I hated to get my hands on these poor devils, so I tried to make them hear reason first.
"You have everything to lose, Calabre," I said; " your honor to begin with."
"Honor!" cried he. "Is it good to eat? What's the use of talking about a thing like that, when you know we may soon be all dead men; dead and blown away as if we had never ex- isted?"
" Honor, indeed ! " said Gueurlu ; " that's a word they put on rich men's tombstones, but when we die, they shovel us into the common ditch. Can you tell by the smell if we had honor or not? "
"Joachim," said I, turning away from Gueurlu, " it is true a man does not amount to much all by himself, but get a lot of men together and it's a different story; many a little makes a mickle, you know, and when the rich are all swept away and forgotten, with their lying epitaphs, down to the very names they are so proud of, then the hard- working people of Clamecy will be known as her real nobility. We must not have it said that we too were rascals."
" Much I care ! " said Gueurlu, but Calabre cried, " You are a pig-face ! You care for nothing, but I am like Breugnon, — I do care what they say of me, and by St. Nicholas ! the rich shall not have all the