The old man did not attempt to insist; moreover, he had not the time
for it. The attendants, for a moment taken aback by his unforeseen
appearance, in the midst of them, recommenced their cries and their
wild gestures, brandishing their arms with a threatening air, and
narrowing every moment the circle in which M. Dubois and his few
defenders were compactly standing.
The struggle, which had been on the point of commencement between the
two parties, was most unequal, and in the proportion of about one to
four; since, besides the two Frenchmen, only six Indians, of whom three
were holding the horses and mules, were preparing to fight the twenty
bandits or so who had so insolently revolted.
However, notwithstanding their small number, the Frenchmen and their
servants resolved to face the danger boldly, and to maintain the combat
to the last gasp, considering the conditions that these wretches
thought proper to impose unworthy of their acceptance.
The painter coolly cocked his pistols, slung his gun by his shoulder
belt, and, instead of waiting the attack of the attendants, boldly
advanced towards them, after having rejoined his companions, by a
gesture, to remain where they were, but be ready to defend him.
A bold action always has its effect on the masses.
The attendants, instead of continuing to march in advance, hesitated,
stopped, and finished by retreating to the wall of the shed, against
which they placed their backs.
They could not at all understand the strange rashness of this man,
who thus dared to come alone to face them; and, spite of themselves,
by an instinctive sentiment, they felt for him a respect mingled
with fear. Moreover, the combat which had taken place some hours
before between the young man and the Spanish captain, by proving the
incontestable power and bravery of the stranger, had excited their
admiration--a circumstance which had considerable weight with them at
the moment--added to the respect which they had for him, and caused
them still further to hesitate.
The artist had understood the situation at a glance. He felt that he
could not escape from the awkward position in which he found himself,
but by boldness and decision. His resolve was the work of a moment,
and instead of waiting for the danger, he had bravely anticipated it,
convinced that this was the only practicable way of saving his life and
that of his companions, who for the moment appeared to be quite at sea,
and rather to depend on chance than on the most skilful of plans.
"Come, let us make an end of this," said he, in a hard and firm voice,
stopping at a couple of paces from the attendants, who were standing
huddled against each other before him; "what do you want?"
To this question no answer was given.
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