The rallying cry of the band of malcontent farmers was the yelp of a wolf. This was adopted out of hatred of the very name of Wolfe, the conqueror of Quebec. "Loup" was the title applied by them to every English resident, and more especially to the British soldier. We have seen how the sound was used to gather the conspirators in the forest at night, and how Batoche recognized it. Although the Americans had been only forty-eight hours in the environs of Quebec, they had already learned the meaning of the signal. This was apparent when the hermit with his three companions reached the bridge which spanned the little river St. Charles, on the high road leading directly to the town. There a squad of New Jersey militiamen were posted as sentry. As the Canadians approached they were challenged, and on uttering the cry of the wolf, were immediately admitted within the lines. The officer in command understood French, and Batoche was the spokesman of his party. The following colloquy took place: "What is your desire?" "We have come to offer you our services." "In what capacity?" "As scouts." "Do you live in the town?" "No, at Beauport." "You are farmers?" "Yes." "Have you arms?" "Yes, for we are also hunters." "You know the country then?" "For ten leagues around." "And the town?" "We know all our countrymen in it." "Can you communicate with them?" "We have many means of doing so." "That is well. We shall need your services." We have said that the object of Barbin and his companions was to enter into direct communication with some of the Continental officers, make known their plans of operation and devise some mode of systematising their services. This they partially accomplished in the course of a further conversation, and were told to return in a few days to receive direct commissions from headquarters. But they had a second duty to perform, or rather Batoche had, as he informed his companions on their way to the rendezvous, after hearing full particulars of everything that had taken place in the two days since the Americans had invested Quebec. Batoche delivered his ideas somewhat as follows. Addressing the officer, he said: "You are aware that my countrymen within the town are divided in sentiment?" "So we have heard." "One party espouses the cause of England and has formed a regiment to fight for it." "That we know." "That party is now particularly incensed against you." "Ah!" "Another party favors the cause of liberty and liberation." "Yes, they are our friends." "Well, they are very much discouraged at what has recently happened." "Indeed? How so?" "May I speak freely?" "As soldier to soldier." "And will you believe my words?" The officer fixed his eyes on the quaint energetic face of the old hermit and answered emphatically: "I will." "And you will report my words to your commander?" "Yes."