Denot declared that he had formed his resolution after mature consideration, and that he was ready and willing to carry through the work he had proposed for himself; and Santerre, without making any further objection, rejoined his friends in the next room, and explained to them the offer which had been made to him.  Barrere at first opposed any treaty with Denot.  He recommended that the young man should be kept as a prisoner, and at once handed over to the revolutionary tribunal.

“What good can he do us?” said he; “we can find our way to this Durbelliere without his assistance; let him and the girl he wishes to kidnap pay the penalty of their crimes against the Republic.  She is, I suppose, one of those modern Joans of Arc, who inspire the flagging spirits of these peasants.  Should she have beauty enough to make her worth preserving, let her be the prize of some true republican.  As for him, let him stretch his neck beneath the guillotine.”

Barrere, however, was overruled.  The Generals who were with him knew too well the nature of the country they were about to invade, not to appreciate the value of such a guide as they might find in Denot:  a guide, who not only knew the nature of the country they had to traverse, and the position of the places they wished to attack, but who was also intimate with the insurgent chiefs, acquainted with their persons and their plans, and who would probably disclose, under proper management, every secret of the revolt.  It was accordingly agreed that his offer should be accepted, and he was introduced by Santerre to his four confederates.

“Sit down, my friend,” said Barrere, “sit down.  Our colleague here informs us that you are sick of these mawkish royalists, and are willing to serve the Republic.  Is it so, young man?”

“I have told M. Santerre—­” said Denot.  “Citizen Santerre, if you please,” said Barrere; “or General Santerre, if you like it better.  Monsieur and Monseigneur are a little out of fashion just at present on this side of the Loire.”

“As they soon also shall be on the other,” said Westerman.

“Well, I have told him,” and Denot pointed to Santerre, “what it is I propose to do for you, and the terms on which I will do it.”

“Terms indeed!” said Barrere.  “The Republic is not accustomed to make terms with her servants.  Come, tell us at once:  are you a republican?”

Denot hesitated; not that he was ashamed to own himself a republican, but his blood was boiling with passion at the language and tone in which he was addressed, and yet he did not dare to shew his anger.

“Of course he is a republican,” said Santerre, “or why would he come here?  Take a glass of wine, friend Denot, and pluck up your courage,” and Santerre passed the wine-bottle to him.  “If you are true to us, you need not fear us.”

“He must pronounce himself a republican,” said Barrere, “or we cannot deal with him.  Come, young man, can you put your mouth to so much inconvenience as to give us some slight inkling of your present political principles?  All we know of you as yet is, that three weeks since you were a pestilent royalist, and a leader of royalists.”