The “Baleine” was just putting out from the harbor when the news that they saw a cask out at sea was circulated in Coqueville. The children, the women, began to run. They shouted: “A cask! a cask!” “Do you see it? The current is driving it toward Grandport.” “Ah, yes! on the left--a cask! Come, quick!” And Coqueville came; tumbled down from its rock; the children arrived head over heels, while the women picked up their skirts with both hands to descend quickly. Soon the entire village was on the beach as on the night before. Margot showed herself for an instant, then she ran back at full speed to the house, where she wished to forestall her father, who was discussing an official process with the Emperor. At last La Queue appeared. He was livid; he said to the _garde champêtre_: “Hold your peace! It’s Rouget who has sent you here to beguile me. Well, then, he shall not get it. You’ll see!” When he saw the “Baleine,” three hundred metres out, making with all her oars toward the black dot, rocking in the distance, his fury redoubled. And he shoved Tupain and Brisemotte into the “Zéphir,” and he pulled out in turn, repeating: “No, they shall not have it; I’ll die sooner!” Then Coqueville had a fine spectacle; a mad race between the “Zéphir” and the “Baleine.” When the latter saw the first leave the harbor, she understood the danger, and shot off with all her speed. She may have been four hundred metres ahead; but the chances remained even, for the “Zéphir” was otherwise light and swift; so excitement was at its height on the beach. The Mahès and the Floches had instinctively formed into two groups, following eagerly the vicissitudes of the struggle, each upholding its own boat. At first the “Baleine” kept her advantage, but as soon as the “Zéphir” spread herself, they saw that she was gaining little by little. The “Baleine” made a supreme effort and succeeded for a few minutes in holding her distance. Then the “Zéphir” once more gained upon the “Baleine,” came up with her at extraordinary speed. From that moment on, it was evident that the two barks would meet in the neighborhood of the cask. Victory hung on a circumstance, on the slightest mishap. “The ‘Baleine’! The ‘baleine’!” cried the Mahés. But they soon ceased shouting. When the “Baleine” was almost touching the cask, the “Zéphir,” by a bold maneuvre, managed to pass in front of her and throw the cask to the left, where La Queue harpooned it with a thrust of the boat-hook. “The ‘Zéphir’! the ‘Zéphir!” screamed the Floches. And the Emperor, having spoken of foul play, big words were exchanged. Margot clapped her hands. The Abbé Radiguet came down with his breviary, made a profound remark which abruptly calmed the people, and then threw them into consternation. “They will, perhaps, drink it all, these, too,” he murmured with a melancholy air.