"I suppose you're a great way above Jacques Chapeau, then?"
"Oh, my friend Chapeau--and do you know my friend Chapeau? No, I'm not
above him; he's not in our army; he's second in command himself in the
Vendean army. You know I belong to La Petite Vendee."
At this moment, the very man of whom they were speaking, the redoubtable
Chapeau, came up with a large party of straggling Vendeans, out of
breath with running; they were in full pursuit of the blues, who were
now said to be flying towards Antrames and Chateau-Gonthier.
"Come, my friends," said Chapeau, "no idling now; come to Antrames, and
we'll get plenty of arms, if we get nothing else. What, is it you,
Captain Plume. I'm told you did as well as the best today; and what--my
dear old friend Michael: a soldier at last, eh, Michael Stein! Come,
man, don't be ashamed to give us your hand; you've joined us in very
good time, for the Vendeans never gained such a victory as they have
today. Come on, old friend, we'll get another sight of these running
devils at Antrarnes.
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