On the yellow band with a white edge, which a recent regulation had made part of the equipment of the guard now called National, was a metal plate a good deal like that of the foresters, on which the law required the inscription of these remarkable words: “Respect to persons and to properties.” Francois’s rope had struck the belt and defaced it. Corentin took up the coat and found the place where the button he had picked up upon the road belonged. “What time did they find you?” asked Corentin. “About daybreak.” “Did they bring you up here at once?” said Corentin, noticing that the bed had not been slept in. “Yes.” “Who brought you up?” “The women and little Michu, who found me unconscious.” “So!” thought Corentin: “evidently they didn’t go to bed. The corporal was not shot at, nor struck by any weapon, for an assailant must have been at his own height to strike a blow. Something, some obstacle, was in his way and that unhorsed him. A piece of wood? not possible! an iron chain? that would have left marks. What did you feel?” he said aloud. “I was knocked over so suddenly--” “The skin is rubbed off under your chin,” said Corentin quickly. “I think,” said the corporal, “that a rope did go over my face.” “I have it!” cried Corentin; “somebody tied a rope from tree to tree to bar the way.” “Like enough,” replied the corporal. Corentin went downstairs to the kitchen. “Come, you old rascal,” Michu was saying to Violette, “let’s make an end of this. One hundred thousand francs for the place, and you are master of my whole property. I shall retire on my income.” “I tell you, as there’s a God in heaven, I haven’t more than sixty thousand.” “But don’t I offer you time to pay the rest? You’ve kept me here since yesterday, arguing it. The land is in prime order.” “Yes, the soil is good,” said Violette. “Wife, some more wine,” cried Michu. “Haven’t you drunk enough?” called down Marthe’s mother. “This is the fourteenth bottle since nine o’clock yesterday.” “You have been here since nine o’clock this morning, haven’t you?” said Corentin to Violette. “No, beg your pardon, since last night I haven’t left the place, and I’ve gained nothing after all; the more he makes me drink the more he puts up the price.” “In all markets he who raises his elbow raises a price,” said Corentin. A dozen empty bottles ranged along the table proved the truth of the old woman’s words. Just then the gendarme who had driven him made a sign to Corentin, who went to the door to speak to him. “There is no horse in the stable,” said the man. “You sent your boy on horseback to the chateau, didn’t you?” said Corentin, returning to the kitchen. “Will he be back soon?” “No, monsieur,” said Michu, “he went on foot.” “What have you done with your horse, then?” “I have lent him,” said Michu, curtly. “Come out here, my good fellow,” said Corentin; “I’ve a word for your ear.” Corentin and Michu left the house.