Their only idea in coming is to pay off scores because they are beaten.

They will be very angry men." Aunt Jeanne, as might have been expected, was packing baskets of food with immense energy.
"Ah, b'en!" she cried at sight of us.

"Carry those baskets down to Saut de Juan, you two.

I'll be with you in a minute." "Give me something to fight with, Aunt Jeanne." "There's my old man's cutlass, and there are his pistols, but, mon Dieu, they haven't been loaded this twenty years, and moreover there's no powder." I strapped the cutlass round me and stuck the pistols in the belt.
"What about M.Le Marchant and Martin ?" I asked.
"They are in the cellar.

No one will find them.