“To those who can answer me,” said Thibault; and he gave a howl. Twenty
or more howls responded, some from close at hand, some from farther off.
“H’m!” said one of the gendarmes, “what are these beasts that are
following us? this good-for-nothing seems to understand their language?”
“What!” said the shoe-maker, “you take Thibault the wolf-master
prisoner, you carry him through the forest at night, and then you ask
what are the lights and the howls that follow him!... Do you hear,
friends?” cried Thibault, “these gentlemen are asking who you are.
Answer them, all of you together, that they may have no further doubt on
the matter.”
The wolves, obedient to their master’s voice, gave one prolonged,
unanimous howl. The horses panted and shivered, and one or two of them
reared. The gendarmes endeavoured to calm their animals, patting and
gentling them.
“That is nothing,” said Thibault, “wait till you see each horse with two
wolves hanging on to its hind-quarters and another at its throat.”
The wolves now came in between the horses’ legs, and began caressing
Thibault; one of them stood up, and put its front paws on Thibault’s
chest, as if asking for orders.
“Presently, presently,” said Thibault, “there is plenty of time; do not
be selfish, give your comrades time to come up.”
The men could no longer control their horses, which were rearing and
shying, and although going at a foot’s pace, were streaming with sweat.
“Do you not think,” said Thibault, “you would do best now to come to
terms with me? That is, if you were to let me free on condition that you
all sleep in your beds to-night.”
“Go at a walking pace,” said one of the gendarmes, “as long as we do
that, we have nothing to fear.”
Another one drew his sword. A second or two later there was a howl of
pain; one of the wolves had seized hold of this gendarme’s boot, and the
latter had pierced him through with his weapon.
“I call that a very imprudent thing to do,” said Thibault; “the wolves
eat each other, whatever the proverb may say, and once having tasted
blood, I do not know that even I shall have the power to hold them
back.”
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