"Yes, yes," said Lampin, "and I am sure that you no longer bear me a grudge for leaving you with the wagoner at midnight. What can you expect, my boy? I saw that the horse wasn't worth much; he would never have been able to gallop with two men on his back, and I gave myself the preference; that was natural enough."
"What a miserable life!" said Edouard, glancing about; "to live in the woods, in the darkness, to dread being arrested every minute, to risk one's life for a few gold pieces!"
"Deuce take it, my little man," said Lampin; "I agree that it was livelier when we danced with Véronique-la-Blonde, beating time on her flanks, and drinking madeira or champagne; but, you see, we all have our ups and our downs."
"Muster up your courage, my dear Murville," said Dufresne; "we may be rich yet, and enjoy life under another sky. Meanwhile, I don't propose any longer to confine myself to living in the woods, and waiting for a poor traveller now and then; besides, four or five men are not enough to form a formidable band, equal to stopping well-loaded vehicles. But I have more extensive projects, and as I possess the talent of making myself unrecognizable, when necessary, I hope that when my comrades are thoroughly saturated with my lessons, we shall be able to try some bold stroke,--either breaking into some wealthy man's house, or assuming title and rank, according to circumstances."
"Ah! he's a sly fox! he knows a lot! I would like right well to know the man who educated him!"
"I can satisfy you, my friends, by telling you the story of my youth; it will not take long and it will amuse you. Moreover, Murville will derive some profit from it; there are some things in it which concern him, and I have no need now of standing on ceremony with him."
"Tell on, tell on," said Lampin; "meanwhile, we will drink; in fact, there's nothing better for us to do in this infernal wood, where we have drawn blank for two nights. Come, comrades, let us start up the fire and drink quietly."
The robbers rekindled the fire, took a bottle each, and gathered about their leader; while Edouard, with his head resting in his hands, waited in gloomy silence for Dufresne to begin his story.
I was born in a small village in the neighborhood of Rennes. My father, who had been rich and highly esteemed, was completely ruined by the loss of a lawsuit which a cousin of his brought against him. Reduced to poverty and having no friends, he was obliged to accept a place as game-keeper to an old nobleman who cared more for his game than for his vassals, and would not forgive the death of a rabbit or a partridge killed on his land.