When Groison had got to a safe distance, Mother Tonsard made a sign, and the discussion began again on the question as to whether they should persist in gleaning, as before, without a certificate.
"You'll have to give in," said Pere Fourchon; "for the Shopman has gone to see the prefect and get troops to enforce the order.

They'll shoot you like dogs,--and that's what we are!" cried the old man, trying to conquer the thickening of his speech produced by his potations of sherry.
This fresh announcement, absurd as it was, made all the drinkers thoughtful; they really believed the government capable of slaughtering them without pity.
"I remember just such troubles near Toulouse, when I was stationed there," said Bonnebault.

"We were marched out, and the peasants were cut and slashed and arrested.

Everybody laughed to see them try to resist cavalry.

Ten were sent to the galleys, and eleven put in prison; the whole thing was crushed.