One of the officers was wounded, and Joseph received several
of the missiles on his legs, and shoulders, and hat.
"Here we are!" said one of the gendarmes, as they entered Monsieur
Hochon's hall, "and not without difficulty, lieutenant."
"We must now manage to disperse the crowd; and I see but one way,
gentlemen," said the lieutenant to the magistrates. "We must take
Monsieur Bridau to the Palais accompanied by all of you; I and my
gendarmes will make a circle round you. One can't answer for anything
in presence of a furious crowd of six thousand--"
"You are right," said Monsieur Hochon, who was trembling all the while
for his gold.
"If that's your only way to protect innocence in Issoudun," said
Joseph, "I congratulate you. I came near being stoned--"
"Do you wish your friend's house to be taken by assault and pillaged?"
asked the lieutenant. "Could we beat back with our sabres a crowd of
people who are pushed from behind by an angry populace that knows
nothing of the forms of justice?"
"That will do, gentlemen, let us go; we can come to explanations
later," said Joseph, who had recovered his self-possession.
"Give way, friends!" said the lieutenant to the crowd; "_He_ is
arrested, and we are taking him to the Palais."
"Respect the law, friends!" said Monsieur Mouilleron.
"Wouldn't you prefer to see him guillotined?" said one of the
gendarmes to an angry group.
"Yes, yes, they shall guillotine him!" shouted one madman.
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