care not to let him have more than two or three sips at a time; there
ought to be enough in the
tumbler to last him all through the night.
Above all things, do not touch the phial, and change the child's
clothing at once. He is perspiring heavily."
"I could not manage to wash his shirts to-day, sir; I had to take the
hemp over to Grenoble, as we wanted the money."
"Very well, then, I will send you some shirts."
"Then is he worse, my poor lad?" asked the woman.
"He has been so imprudent as to sing, Mother Colas; and it is not to
be expected that any good can come of it; but do not be hard upon him,
nor scold him. Do not be down-hearted about it; and if Jacques
complains overmuch, send a neighbor to fetch me. Good-bye."
The doctor called to his friend, and they went back along the foot-
path.
"Is that little
peasant consumptive?" asked Genestas.
"Mon Dieu! yes," answered Benassis. "Science cannot save him, unless
Nature works a
miracle. Our professors at the Ecole de Medecine in
Paris often used to speak to us of the
phenomenon which you have just
witnessed. Some maladies of this kind bring about changes in the
voice-producing organs that give the
sufferer a short-lived power of
song that no trained voice can
surpass. I have made you spend a
melancholy day, sir," said the doctor when he was once more in the
saddle. "Suffering and death everywhere, but everywhere also
resignation. All these
peasant folk take death philosophically; they
fall ill, say nothing about it, and take to their beds like dumb
animals. But let us say no more about death, and let us
quicken our
horses' paces a little; we ought to reach the town before nightfall,
so that you may see the new quarter."
"Eh! some place is on fire over there," said Genestas, pointing to a
spot on the mountain, where a sheaf of flames was rising.
"It is not a dangerous fire. Our lime-burner is heating his kiln, no
doubt. It is a newly-started industry, which turns our
heather to
account."
There was the sudden report of a gun, followed by an involuntary
exclamation from Benassis, who said, with an
impatientgesture, "If
that is Butifer, we shall see which of us two is the stronger."
"The shot came from that quarter," said Genestas, indicating a beech-
wood up above them on the mountain side. "Yes, up there; you may trust
an old soldier's ear."
"Let us go there at once!" cried Benassis, and he made straight for
the little wood, urging his horse at a
furious speed across the
ditches and fields, as if he were riding a steeplechase, in his
anxiety to catch the
sportsman red-handed.
"The man you are after has made off," shouted Genestas, who could
scarcely keep up with him.
Benassis wheeled his horse round
sharply, and came back again. The man
of whom he was in search soon appeared on the top of a perpendicular
crag, a hundred feet above the level of the two horsemen.
"Butifer!" shouted Benassis when he saw that this figure carried a
fowling-piece; "come down!"
Butifer recognized the doctor, and replied by a
respectful and
friendly sign which showed that he had every
intention of obeying.
"I can imagine that if a man were
driven to it by fear or by some
overmastering
impulse that he might possibly
contrive to
scramble up
to that point among the rocks," said Genestas; "but how will he manage
to come down again?"
"I have no
anxiety on that score," answered Benassis; "the wild goats
must feel
envious of that fellow yonder! You will see."
The emergencies of
warfare had accustomed the commandant to gauge the
real worth of men; he admired the wonderful quickness of Butifer's
movements, the sure-footed grace with which the
hunter swung himself
down the
rugged sides of the crag, to the top of which he had so
boldly climbed. The strong,
slender form of the
mountaineer was
gracefully poised in every attitude which the precipitous nature of
the path compelled him to assume; and so certain did he seem of his
power to hold on at need, that if the
pinnacle of rock on which he
took his stand had been a level floor, he could not have set his foot