“No, I will trust a gunner of the Republic. It occurred to me that for
this great affair we could make use of this corvette that you have been
observing so long. For to count on the capture of any old tartane by the
fleet in a way that would not arouse suspicion is no use.”
“A lubberly notion,” assented Peyrol, with more heartiness than he had
ever displayed towards Lieutenant Réal.
“Yes, but there’s that corvette. Couldn’t something be arranged to make
them swallow the whole thing, somehow, some way. You laugh.... Why?”
“I laugh because it would be a great joke,” said Peyrol, whose hilarity
was very short-lived. “That fellow on board, he thinks himself very
clever. I never set my eyes on him, but I used to feel that I knew him
as if he were my own brother; but now....”
He stopped short. Lieutenant Réal, after observing the sudden change on
his countenance, said in an impressive manner:
“I think you have just had an idea.”
“Not the slightest,” said Peyrol, turning suddenly into stone, as if by
enchantment. The lieutenant did not feel discouraged, and he was not
surprised to hear the effigy of Peyrol pronounce: “All the same one
could see.” Then very abruptly: “You meant to stay here to-night?”
“Yes. I will only go down to Madrague and leave word with the sailing
barge which was to come to-day from Toulon to go back without me.”
“No, lieutenant. You must return to Toulon to-day. When you get there
you must turn out some of those damned quill-drivers at the Port Office
if it were midnight and have papers made out for a tartane--oh, any name
you like. Some sort of papers. And then you must come back as soon as
you can. Why not go down to Madrague now and see whether the barge isn’t
already there? If she is, then by starting at once you may get back here
some time about midnight.”
He got up impetuously, and the lieutenant stood up too. Hesitation was
imprinted on his whole attitude. Peyrol’s aspect was not animated, but
his Roman face with its severe aspect gave him a great air of authority.
“Won’t you tell me something more,” asked the lieutenant.
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