When they reached the wall of the Eperon, which separates the Saint-Germain forest from the Maisons-Laffitte Park, Labouise stopped his companion and explained his idea to him. Maillochon was moved by a prolonged, silent laugh. They threw into the water the grass which had covered the body, took the animal by the feet and hid it behind some bushes. Then they got into their boat again and went to Maisons-Laffitte. The night was perfectly black when they reached the wine shop of old man Jules. As soon as the dealer saw them he came up, shook hands with them and sat down at their table. They began to talk of one thing and another. By eleven o'clock the last customer had left and old man Jules winked at Labouise and asked: “Well, have you got any?” Labouise made a motion with his head and answered: “Perhaps so, perhaps not!” The dealer insisted: “Perhaps you've not nothing but gray ones?” Chicot dug his hands into his flannel shirt, drew out the ears of a rabbit and declared: “Three francs a pair!” Then began a long discussion about the price. Two francs sixty-five and the two rabbits were delivered. As the two men were getting up to go, old man Jules, who had been watching them, exclaimed: “You have something else, but you won't say what.” Labouise answered: “Possibly, but it is not for you; you're too stingy.” The man, growing eager, kept asking: “What is it? Something big? Perhaps we might make a deal.” Labouise, who seemed perplexed, pretended to consult Maillochon with a glance. Then he answered in a slow voice: “This is how it is. We were in the bushes at Eperon when something passed right near us, to the left, at the end of the wall. Mailloche takes a shot and it drops. We skipped on account of the game people. I can't tell you what it is, because I don't know. But it's big enough. But what is it? If I told you I'd be lying, and you know, sister, between us everything's above-board.” Anxiously the man asked: “Think it's venison?” Labouise answered: “Might be and then again it might not! Venison?--uh! uh!--might be a little big for that! Mind you, I don't say it's a doe, because I don't know, but it might be.” Still the dealer insisted: “Perhaps it's a buck?” Labouise stretched out his hand, exclaiming: “No, it's not that! It's not a buck. I should have seen the horns. No, it's not a buck!” “Why didn't you bring it with you?” asked the man. “Because, sister, from now on I sell from where I stand. Plenty of people will buy. All you have to do is to take a walk over there, find the thing and take it. No risk for me.” The innkeeper, growing suspicious, exclaimed “Supposing he wasn't there!” Labouise once more raised his hand and said: “He's there, I swear!--first bush to the left. What it is, I don't know. But it's not a buck, I'm positive. It's for you to find out what it is. Twenty-five francs, cash down!” Still the man hesitated: “Couldn't you bring it?”