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"Must we then retreat in pitiful fashion, like highwaymen?" said Clopin "Must we leave our sister here, who to-on-loads of gold!" added a vagabond, whose naret to say, we do not know

"Beard of Mahom!" cried Trouillefou

"Let us adi shook his head

"We shall never get in by the door We must find the defect in the armor of the old fairy; a hole, a false postern, soo with ain By the here is the little scholar Jehan, who is so encased in iron?"

"He is dead, no doubt," so of Thunes frowned: "So ery And Master Pierre Gringoire?"

"Captain Clopin," said Andry the Red, "he slipped away before we reached the Pont-aux-Changeurs," Clopin stamped his foot "Gueule-Dieu! 'twas he who pushed us on hither, and he has deserted us in the very middle of the job! Cowardly chatterer, with a slipper for a hel down Rue du Parvis, "yonder is the little scholar"

"Praised be Pluto!" said Clopin "But what the devil is he dragging after hi as fast as his heavy outfit of a Paladin, and a long ladder which trailed on the pavement, would perrass twenty tier than itself

"Victory! ~Te Deushoremen of Port Saint-Landry"

Clopin approached him

"Child, what do you mean to do, ~corne-dieu~! with this ladder?"

"I have it," replied Jehan, panting "I knehere it was under the shed of the lieutenant's house There's a wench there whom I knoho thinks et the ladder, and I have the ladder, ~Pasque-Mahoirl came to open the door to oing to do with that ladder?"

Jehan gazed at hiers like castanets At that moment he was sublime On his head he wore one of those overloaded helhtened the enemy with their fanciful crests His bristled with ten iron beaks, so that Jehan could have disputed with Nestor's Homeric vessel the redoubtable title of ~dexeubolos~