He turned to his companion.
La Tribe's face glowed as he looked.

"It may do!" he cried.

"It's a chance! But you are right! It may do!" Tignonville dropped the ragged mattress, and tore off his coat; then he rent his breeches at the knee, so that they hung loose about his calves.
"Do you the same!" he cried.

"And quick, man, quick! Leave your boots! Once outside we must pass through the streets under these"-- he took up his burden again and set it on his head--"until we reach a quiet part, and there we--" "Can hide! Or swim the river!" the minister said.

He had followed his companion's example, and now stood under a similar burden.