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the island, and there was a very pronounced eminence on the bank, which did not exist the night before. It was a battery of six guns which Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld had set up during the night, and the men in the boats had delayed their arrival because the battery was not ready to begin operations.

      Canolles asked if the weapons were loaded, and upon being answered in the affirmative, bade the troops reserve their fire.

      The boats came nearer and nearer, and there was soon light enough for Canolles to distinguish the cross-belts and peculiar hats worn by the Navailles regiment, to which, as we know, he formerly belonged. In the prow of one of the foremost boats was Baron de Ravailly, who had succeeded him in command of his company, and at the stern the lieutenant, who was his foster brother, a great favorite among his comrades because of his joyous nature, and his inexhaustible store of jokes.

      "You will see," said he, "that they won't stir, and Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld will have to wake them up with his cannon. Peste! how they sleep at Saint-Georges; I'll surely come here when I'm ill."

      "Dear old Canolles plays his rôle of governor like a paterfamilias," said Ravailly; "he's afraid his men will take cold if he makes them mount guard at night."

      "Upon my soul," said another, "there's not a sentinel to be seen!"

      "Holà!" cried the lieutenant, stepping ashore, "wake up, up there, and lend us a hand to come up."

      Shouts of laughter arose along the whole line at this last pleasantry, and while three or four boats pulled toward the harbor, the rest of the force disembarked.

      "I see how it is," said Ravailly; "Canolles prefers to have it appear that he was taken by surprise in order not to get into trouble at court. Let us return him courtesy for courtesy, messieurs, and kill no one. Once in the fort, mercy for all, except for the women, who may not ask it, sarpejeu! Don't forget that this is a war between friends, boys; I '11 run through the first man who unsheathes his sword."

      The merriment broke out afresh at this command, which was given with true French gayety, and the soldiers joined in with the officers.

      "Ah! my friends," said the lieutenant, "it does one good to laugh, but we mustn't let it interfere with what we have to do. Ladders and grappling-hooks!"

      The soldiers thereupon drew forth long ladders from the boats, and advanced toward the wall.

      At that, Canolles rose with his cane in his hand, and his hat on his head, like a man who was taking the fresh morning air for pleasure, and approached the parapet, which reached only to his waist.

      It was light enough for him to be recognized.

      "Ah! good-morning, Navailles," he said to the regiment; "good-morning, Ravailly; good-morning, Remonenq."

      "Look, it's Canolles!" exclaimed the young officers; "are you awake at last, baron?"

      "Why, yes! what would you have? we live like the King of Yvetot here, – early to bed, and late to rise; but what the devil are you doing at this time of night?"

      "Pardieu!" said Ravailly, "I should think that you might see. We are here to besiege you, that's all."

      "Well, why are you here to besiege me?"

      "To take your old fort."

      Canolles began to laugh.

      "Come," said Ravailly, "you surrender, don't you?"

      "But I must know first to whom I am surrendering. How happens it that Navailles is serving against the king?"

      "Faith, my dear fellow, because we have turned rebels. On thinking it over we concluded that Mazarin was a downright rascal, unworthy to be served by gallant gentlemen; so we went over to the princes. And you?"

      "My dear fellow, I am an enthusiastic Épernonist."

      "Pshaw! leave your people there and come with us."

      "Impossible – Ho! hands off the drawbridge chains down there! You know that those things are to be looked at from a distance, and it brings bad luck to touch them. Ravailly, bid them not touch the chains, or I'll fire on them," continued Canolles, frowning; "and I warn you, Ravailly, that I have some excellent marksmen."

      "Bah! you are joking!" rejoined the captain. "Let yourself be taken; you are not in force."

      "I am not joking. Down with the ladders! Ravailly, beware, I beg you, for it's the king's house you are besieging!"

      "Saint-Georges the king's house!"

      "Pardieu! look up and you will see the flag on the crown of the embankment. Come, push your boats off into the water, and put the ladders aboard, or I fire. If you want to talk, come alone or with Remonenq, and we will breakfast together, and talk as we eat. I have an excellent cook at Île Saint-Georges."

      Ravailly began to laugh, and encouraged his men with a glance. Meanwhile another company was preparing to land.

      Canolles saw that the decisive moment had arrived; and, assuming the firm attitude and serious demeanor befitting a man burdened with so heavy a responsibility as his, he cried: —

      "Halt there, Ravailly! A truce to jesting, Remonenq! not another word or step, or I fire, as truly as the king's flag is above, and as your arms are raised against the lilies of France."

      Suiting the action to the threat, he overturned with his strong arm the first ladder that showed its head over the stones of the rampart.

      Five or six men, more eager than their fellows, were already on the ladder, and were overturned with it. They fell, and a great shout of laughter arose from besiegers and besieged alike; one would have said they were schoolboys at play.

      At that moment a signal was given to indicate that the besiegers had passed the chains drawn across the mouth of the harbor.

      Ravailly and Remonenq at once seized a ladder and prepared to go down into the moat, shouting: —

      "This way, Navailles! Escalade! escalade! up! up!"

      "My poor Ravailly," cried Canolles, "I beseech you to stop where you are."

      But at the same instant the shore battery, which had kept silent hitherto, flashed and roared, and a cannon-ball ploughed up the dirt all around Canolles.

      "Go to!" said Canolles, extending his cane, "if you will have it so! Fire, my lads, fire all along the line!"

      Thereupon, although not a man could be seen, a row of muskets appeared, pointing down at the parapet, a girdle of flame enveloped the crown of the wall, while the detonation of two huge pieces of artillery answered Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld's battery.

      Half a score of men fell; but their fall, instead of discouraging their comrades, inspired them with fresh ardor. The shore battery replied to the battery on the rampart; a cannon-ball struck down the royal standard, and another killed one of Canolles' lieutenants, named D'Elboin.

      Canolles looked around and saw that his men had reloaded their weapons.

      "Fire!" he cried, and the order was executed as promptly as before.

      Ten minutes later not a single pane of glass was left on the island. The stones trembled and burst in pieces; the cannon-balls knocked holes in the walls, and were flattened on the great flags; a dense smoke overhung the fort, and the air was filled with shrieks and threats and groans.

      Canolles saw that Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld's artillery was doing the greatest amount of damage. "Vibrac," said he, "do you look out for Ravailly, and see that he doesn't gain an inch of ground in my absence. I am going to our battery."

      He ran to the two pieces which were returning Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld's fire, and himself attended to loading and sighting them; in an instant three of the six guns on shore were dismounted, and fifty men were stretched on the ground. The others, who were not anticipating such a resistance, began to scatter and fly.

      Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld, trying to rally them, was struck by a fragment of stone, which knocked his sword out of his hands.

      Canolles, content with this result, left the captain of the battery to do the rest, and ran back to repel the assault, which was continued

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