when three or four miles down the river the boat was anchored, and the two men were called into the cabin, and leigh's scheme explained to them.

"it is a big affair, sir," medart said thoughtfully, when jean had concluded. "now, there is no love lost between us and the ruffians who carry out the committee's orders. they call us river rats, we call them sewer rats, and there has been many fights between the fishermen and these fellows, as far back as i can remember, and lately these have been much more frequent. if the plan was only to burn down their quarters, there are a good many who would lend a hand; because it could be done quietly, and they would have no particular reason for suspecting that it was the work of the fishermen. but as for going into the jail, that would be different. we should not have time, by what you say, to hunt up and kill all the warders; and it would therefore be known, at once, that we were concerned. five or six of our fellows have already had their heads chopped off, on suspicion of having aided royalists to escape. they don't mind whom they lay hands on, and they don't trouble themselves to search, but just seize the first they come to who, perhaps in a cabaret, has said a word against their doings.

"as to the trials, they are no trials at all. one of their fellows comes in and says, 'i heard this man abusing the authorities, and i accuse him also of being concerned in the escape of so and so.' it is no odds what the prisoner says. the fellow who acts as judge looks at the jury, who are all their creatures; they say 'guilty 'and he says' death!' and the accused are marched off again to the prison, to wait until their turn comes for the guillotine. well you see, if this prison was broken into as you propose, and it was known that the sailors had a hand in it, the chances are that they would march a couple of hundred of us into the great square, which would be choke full of the national guard and volunteers, and just shoot us down."

jean was silent. the probability that things would go as the man said was so evident that he had no answer.

"i think the way to get over that difficulty," leigh said, when he saw that jean was puzzled, "would be for you all quietly to buy other clothes or, better still, for them to be bought for you by your wives. they should be such clothes as the peasants buy, when they come into the town. it would then be supposed that the attack was made by a party of breton peasantry. as a good many other prisoners would escape, in addition to monsieur martin and your captain's wife, there would be no reason to suppose that the plot was specially arranged to aid their escape, or that any of the people of this town were concerned in the matter."

"that is so, master leigh," rouget said. "it might be managed in that way. but i think that most of our chaps had better be told off for firing the town. i think that a good many might be willing to undertake that job, for i have heard it said, many and many a time, that they would like to burn the sewer rats out. there are other men who would, i am sure, rather join in the attack on the jail, if they could do so without putting the lives of all of us in danger.

"as to getting hold of an artilleryman, i don't know that that would be difficult. the men employed on that sort of work are all old soldiers, and many of these, though they dare not say so, hate what is going on just as much as we do. i have met one of them with emile moufflet, who served with you, captain, for two or three years. when we have been chatting together, he has said things about the committee that would have cost him his head, if he had been overheard. i know that his chum is in charge of some stores, but whether they are powder or not, i cannot say. but at any rate, emile will be able to find out for me the name of several of them who have charge of powder; and he would be likely to know which of them had sentiments like his own, and how far they could be trusted.

"that would not take long, but to get hold of forty hands for the other work would take some time. one dare go only to men one is very intimate with, and get them to approach men whom they know well; for even among us, there are fellows who take the committee's money to spy over the others, and to find out whether any trouble is likely to come, or royalists to be shipped off. one generally knows who they are, because they overdo their parts, and rail at the convention more roundly and openly than an honest man would dare to do. some of them one finds out that way; others, again, one spots by their always having money to spend. if they are too shrewd to betray themselves in that way, our wives find them out for us, by telling us that their women and children have new clothes, and we know well enough that there is no buying new clothes out of fish, at their present price. besides, most of these fellows give up fishing altogether, and lounge about the wharves talking and smoking, and one knows that a man and his family cannot live on air. still, there may be others who are too sly to let out their secret in either way, and therefore one must be very careful whom one speaks to. one would not think of telling anyone about what is intended until, just as it comes off, one could simply say that one has heard that there is something in the air, and that report says that every man who will lend a hand will earn--how much, captain?"

"two hundred francs."

"when one sees how a man takes that, one can go a step or two further.

"well, i should not think of letting out to a soul what the nature of the work would be, simply saying that every precaution will be taken to prevent its being known that any fishermen are engaged in it. all that will take time. i should say that it might be nigh a couple of weeks before one could get the whole thing arranged."

"what do you think, desailles?" jean said. "shall we have a fortnight?"

desailles shook his head.

"i could not say; you might have more than that, if the prisoners were taken in the regular order in which they were condemned. the jails are crowded and, as fresh captures are effected, room must be made for them. of course the committee have a list, and they make a mark against the names of those who are to be executed, each day. it might be three weeks before your friends' turn comes, it might be only a few days."

"i tell you what, rouget; you and your comrade had better land tomorrow morning, and set to work. you might say that three fishermen from saint florent, finding their boat too small, hired yours for a week to try their luck. if they succeed they will give you a fair price for her, if not they will simply pay the hire. you can say that the price is not much, but as it is as much as you can make at fishing, you thought that you might as well have an idle week on shore.

"leigh and i can work her. as soon as day breaks you shall shoot your nets, so that we can see exactly how you work, and be able to catch an average amount of fish each day. i am sure that no one will know us in these disguises and, at any rate, we sha'n't be clumsy either with the sails or oars. you can say that, as we are strangers, you have agreed to sell our fish for us; which will be an excuse for your coming down to us, with the news of how you are getting on, each time that we come in."

"that will do very well, captain; but in that case, as a good deal of the fishing must be done at night, we had better get out the nets at once, and show you how they are managed."

for the next three days the work was carried on. desailles had undertaken to obtain, from a friend of his on the committee of public safety, news of what was going on, and an early copy of the names of the prisoners told off for execution on the following day.

on the third day after their arrival, martin and leigh rowed up to the wood where they had directed the band to assemble and found that, with two or three exceptions, all had arrived. four or five of them were at once told to return, to the estate and to the army, with a message from jean begging all his tenants to leave, and join the party in hiding. many of them would, no doubt, have returned to their homes within a day or two of the capture of saumur. letters had already been written to bonchamp and rochejaquelein to say that they were intending to attack the jail, and deliver a number of captives besides jean's father and wife; and to beg that they would pick out some fifty or a hundred determined men, and send them on. on the morning of the sixth day, when the two sailors joined them, they were in a state of high excitement.

"there is great news, captain," rouget said; "the whole city is in a state of tumult. it is reported that cathelineau, with his army, is marching upon nantes; and it is also reported--but this is not so certain--that charette is marching to join them, with all his force."

"that is grand news, if true!" jean exclaimed. "that would indeed favour our scheme! i doubt whether they will capture nantes, for there is a big force here, and enough of them are seasoned troops to encourage the volunteers and national guard to make a good fight of it. however we can, at any rate, take advantage of the attack to carry out our own plans. when the fighting is at the hottest, you may be sure that every armed man will be wanted at the work, and that there will not be many guards left behind at the prison. our band here can dispose of them; and half a dozen men each, with fireballs, can add to the confusion by setting fire to warehouses and factories. the great thing now will be the powder."

"that we have managed already, captain," medart replied. "as i told you, i spoke to emile moufflet the first morning i went ashore, and he said that it was at the magazines that his chum was employed. yesterday evening he came to us, and said that if i gave him the two thousand francs that you had given me for the purpose, he would hand us over two barrels of powder, at eleven o'clock last night. we got them; and carried them, as you told us, to brenon's; and helped him to bury them in his shed. we also got, as you ordered, a couple of yards of fuse."

"bravo, medart! everything seems going well for us."

the news of cathelineau's advance was confirmed, on the following day, by the return of the lads who had been sent to fetch assistance. they brought with them eight or ten men from the estate; and reported that la rochejaquelein had remained at saumur, with a portion of his army, to defend that town against a large force that biron was assembling at tours; while cathelineau, having with him bonchamp and stofflet, was marching with the main force along the north bank of the river. they said, however, that his force was greatly diminished, for that large numbers of his men, objecting to fight outside their own country, had scattered to their villages. they, however, confirmed the news that charette was reported to be marching north to join cathelineau.

"that is the worst part of the whole business," jean said, bitterly. "our generals have no control over their men. they will fight when they want to fight, and return home when they choose. if cathelineau had come along with a big force, he would have been joined by numbers of bretons on the way and, if he had captured nantes, by the greater part of southern brittany. now that so many of his men have left him, it is quite possible that his attack may fail; and in that case the result will be disastrous. his army would disperse, the blues would turn their whole force against la rochejaquelein, and the cause that a fortnight since seemed half won would be lost.

"it shows, at any rate, that the idea of marching on paris could not be carried out; for if men refuse to march, when they would be separated from their own country only by the river, to take nantes, by which la vendee is constantly threatened; certainly a greater portion still would have gone off to their homes, rather than join in what would seem to them so terrible an affair as a march on paris. the peasants are good enough at fighting but, though they may win a victory by their bravery, they are certain to lose a campaign by their independent habits."

feeling convinced that the approach of the vendean army would enable their enterprise to be carried out by a much smaller body than had at first appeared necessary, jean martin told the two sailors that they had better abstain from broaching the matter to any more of their acquaintances. they had already obtained the adhesion of those of whose fidelity they felt absolutely assured and, should one of the others whom they intended to approach turn traitor, it would overthrow all chances of success, and might cause such alarm to the authorities that the executions would go on more rapidly than before, and the fate of their friends be precipitated.

day by day the excitement in the city increased. generals beysser and canclaux had, under their command, some ten thousand men. there was no chance of further reinforcements reaching them, but they felt confident that they could successfully defend the town with this force.

had charette marched to ponts-de-ce and, crossing there, joined cathelineau, the danger would have been much more formidable; but instead of so doing he was advancing directly towards nantes, on the south side of the river, the few places remaining in the hands of the republicans being hastily evacuated on his approach. here, however, he could give but slight aid to cathelineau, for the bridge crossing the loire could be defended by a comparatively small force, provided with cannon to sweep the approaches.

in order to reassure the townspeople and encourage the troops, the french generals, as the enemy approached, moved out with a large proportion of their force and threw up some intrenchments a mile and a half outside the town; feeling confident that they could withstand any attack in the open country.

as many of the peasants fled into nantes, especially those who, in the villages, had rendered themselves obnoxious by their persecutions of those suspected of royalist leanings, or who were personally obnoxious to them, leigh was able to gather the whole of his party in the town. they were, like other peasants, to sleep in the open squares or down near the walls. they were always to go about in pairs, and to meet pierre or andre at places and hours arranged by them. they were supplied with money sufficient to buy bread, and were warned on no account to make themselves conspicuous in any way. with them were the men from martin's estates who had answered to his summons.

clothes had been bought for the twelve sailors engaged by medart and rouget. the fireballs had been prepared in the cabin of the fishing boat. each of the fourteen fishermen was to carry two of these. their leaders had carefully gone round the quarter, and had picked out the stores or warehouses into which the fireballs were to be flung. among these were several wood yards no private houses were to be fired. that the flames would spread to these was likely enough, but at least there would be time for the women and children to escape.

having decided upon the places to be fired, the sailors were one by one taken round, and the two buildings assigned to each pointed out, so that there would be no confusion or loss of time when the signal was given. only two stores near the water had been marked down for destruction, namely, those belonging to the martins. this was leigh's work. as a firm the business was extinct. it was now the sole property of jacques martin, and there was no probability that martin senior or jean would ever recover a share in it. as in each of the stores a considerable quantity of spirits in addition to the wine was housed, not only would the loss be very heavy, but the interest excited in the vicinity would increase the confusion and alarm that would prevail.

desailles was in daily communication with his friend. he learned that the list of prisoners was being taken, now, more in the order in which they stood. the farce of a trial had been gone through, in the case of jean's wife, and she had of course been condemned. she stood a good deal lower on the list than his father. there was not much chance of the day of her execution being settled before the arrival of the vendean forces. the number of names, however, above that of monsieur martin was rapidly decreasing, and there was imminent danger that he might be included in the fatal list before their arrival.

on the twenty-sixth of june the vendeans arrived within a few miles of the town, and a formal summons was sent in to the generals. it was briefly refused. general canclaux believed that he had so strengthened his advanced position, which was occupied by his best troops, that he would be able to repulse cathelineau's force there. the vendeans, however, being informed by the peasantry of the formidable nature of the intrenchments, decided that it would be dangerous to attack them; and consequently moved round so as to threaten the town from the north. charette, on his side, moved his force up within cannon shot of the bridge.

at eight o'clock on the evening of the twenty-seventh, the sound of heavy firing was heard in nantes. a column of the vendeans had attacked nort, a place lying to the north of the town. it was defended by six hundred troops of the line, and a body of the national guard. they maintained themselves there during the night but, at daybreak, fell back upon the town, leaving their cannon behind them. a considerable body of troops moved out to cover their retreat.

confident that the attack would begin that evening, every preparation for action was made by jean and leigh. the powder barrels were dug up, and holes bored for the fuses. the boys were all informed that the hour for action was at hand; and were ordered to lie down, at nightfall, in the open space facing the front of the prison, scattering themselves among others who would be sleeping there or, in expectation of the attack on the town beginning, would be standing in groups listening for it. leigh would be among them.

as the hour neared twelve they were to gather in a body. the sailors were not to begin their work until the attack on the town commenced in earnest. jean, with his twelve tenants, was to come up at twelve. the exact moment for the attack was to be decided upon by the progress made by the fires. when these had had their effect, leigh was to fall upon the guard round the prison; and jean, with his band, to run forward to the gate, plant the powder barrels against it, light the fuse and run back.

as soon as they had killed or driven away the guard, leigh's party were to return to the front. there andre, with half the band, were to station themselves, and to hold the gate against any armed body that might arrive; while leigh, with the others, entered the prison and aided, if necessary, to overpower the warders and blow open the doors of the cells. the prisoners were all to be told that charette's army was on the other side of the loire, and that their best plan was to make their way down to the river, seize boats, and get across.

at five o'clock in the afternoon charette's guns opened against the barricades that had been thrown up at the bridge. canclaux, seeing that the attack upon the north had rendered it useless for him to retain the advanced post, ordered the troops there to fall back into the town, at ten o'clock in the evening; and at eleven the whole garrison were concentrated in nantes.

finding that, with the exception of the cannonade on both sides across the river, all remained quiet, leigh passed the word round among his followers to remain as they were, until further orders. jean and his men came up by twos and threes before twelve; and these, too, lay down as if to sleep, or seated themselves on the steps of the houses. few of the inhabitants had retired to rest. they knew that at any moment the storm might break, and some awaited the attack with hope that the time of their release from the tyranny under which they had, for months, groaned, had come; while others trembled at the thought of the vengeance that, if the town were taken, would fall upon those who had been concerned in what had passed.

martin and desailles presently joined leigh. as the time went on they began to fear that, for some reason or other, the vendeans had determined to delay their attack until the next day. at half past two charette's cannonade redoubled in vigour, and the rattle of musketry showed that his troops were advancing. the batteries of the defenders opened with equal violence, and their musketry answered that of the assailants on the opposite bank.

"i think that that must be the signal for cathelineau to begin," martin said.

and, ten minutes later, the attack commenced with fury upon the gates of vannes, rennes, and that by the river.

every window was opened, and anxious faces looked out. the night was dark, and the few oil lamps alone threw a feeble light on the square. suddenly a broad glare rose to the west, and the murmur, "there is a house on fire!" passed from mouth to mouth. in another few minutes flames were seen rising at a dozen points, and a cry of consternation arose.

"the brigands have entered the town! they are going to burn it to the ground."

man after man of the little group of national guards, who had been gathered talking in front of the door of the prison, was seen to detach himself from it and to move quietly away. then those at the windows noticed four or five parties of men move forward, from among those who were standing talking; when within a short distance of the guard there was a sharp command, and these groups all rushed towards the gates together. there were shouts and cries, and then there was silence. taken wholly by surprise, the guard had fallen under the knives of the vendeans without having had time to fire a shot.

then the majority of their assailants ran off, half one way, half the other, following the wall of the prison. two pistol shots were fired, a moment later. the men who had remained at the gate drew back for some distance. there was a short pause, and then a tremendous explosion. all the people gathered in the place, save those who had carried out the affair, fled with cries of terror. then jean and his party dashed forward towards the shattered gates and entered the prison, and shot or cut down the frightened warders as these came running out, dazed and bewildered at the sound of the explosion. jean seized one of them by the throat.

jean seized one of them by the throat.

"where are the keys kept? answer, or i will blow out your brains!"

the frightened ruffian at once led the way to the chief warder's room. he had already fallen, being one of the first to run down. there were two bunches of keys.

"these are of the doors of the corridors," the man said, taking down one bunch. "the others are of the cells."

"now, go before us and open them all--every one, mind."

they were soon joined by leigh with his party, who had made short work of the few guards who remained at their post outside the prison.

"set your men to blow in the doors," jean said; "it would take half an hour to unlock them all, at this rate."

pistols were at once applied to the keyholes, and the locks destroyed. there were a few separate cells, but the prisoners were for the most part crowded, twenty or thirty together, in the larger rooms. as he entered each room, leigh shouted the directions agreed on to the prisoners. in a short time he came upon jean who, as had been arranged, had first gone to the rooms where his father and patsey were confined. jean started with these at once, with six of his men, leaving leigh and desailles to see to the release of the rest of the prisoners.

as soon as all rooms had been burst open or unlocked, he and his party, with that at the gate, hurried away. the streets were light, as a sheet of flame rose from the stores of jacques martin. the musketry fire on the wharves showed that there were troops stationed there. as they hurried along, the shouts of alarm which rose in the town showed that the news of the attack upon the prison had spread rapidly. as soon as the released prisoners knew that they were well above the bridge, and the silence on the wharves showed that none of the troops were stationed there, shouts of delight arose. there were a good many boats moored to the bank, and the fugitives threw themselves into these.

"get out your oars and row straight across," leigh shouted. "if you drift down the stream, you will come under the fire of the troops there."

then, having done their work, he and his band went up a hundred yards farther, where they knew that three large boats were lying. in these they took their places and started to row across the river and, in five minutes, reached the opposite bank. they sprang out, with a shout of joy at finding themselves again in their own country. most of the fugitives also gained the opposite bank; but some boats, in which there were but few capable of handling the oars, drifted down the river, and lost most of their number from the fire of the troops on the bank, before they could land among the men of charette's army.

leigh with his boys soon joined the other party, who had landed a hundred yards higher up. it was a joyful meeting, indeed, between him and patsey.

"jean tells me it is all your doing that we have been got out," she said. "i felt sure you would manage it, somehow."

they had already arranged their plans. jean, with his wife and father and his twelve men, was to start at once for parthenay, where lescure was in command. leigh had determined to join cathelineau, with as many of his band as chose to accompany him. desailles would go with jean.

the boys, on the choice being given them, almost all decided to accompany leigh. they were excited at the success that had attended them, and the tremendous roll of fire round the town showed how fiercely their countrymen were fighting, and they longed to join in the conflict.

saying goodbye to those who were going, leigh and his party towed one of the boats a mile up the river, and then crossing, soon joined the party engaged. the vendeans had already advanced some distance, but every house and garden was fiercely contested. hour after hour passed, and the troops were beginning to be discouraged. it was broad daylight now, and the vendeans pressed forward at all points, more hotly than ever.

the troops were falling into disorder, and would soon have become a disorganized mass; when a musket ball, fired from a window, struck cathelineau in the breast as, with his officers, who had been considerably increased in number owing to the many gentlemen who had joined him at saumur, he was leading on his troops.

a cry of dismay rose from those who saw him fall, and the news spread like wildfire among the peasants, who regarded him with an almost superstitious reverence, and had a firm belief that he was protected by heaven from the balls of his enemies. his loss seemed to them an irretrievable misfortune. the fierceness of their attack diminished. their ardour was gone, and the blues, gaining courage as their assailants ceased to press them, took the offensive.

they met with but little opposition. the vendean army, lately on the point of being victorious, was already breaking up and, ere long, was scattered over the country, its retreat being undisturbed by the enemy, who could scarcely believe their own good fortune at having succeeded, when all had seemed lost.

cathelineau was carried off; but died, a fortnight later, from the effects of the wound. his death was a terrible blow to the cause. the failure to take nantes had, in itself, been a great misfortune; but the vendeans had suffered no more heavily than the enemy and, had cathelineau been but spared, matters might still have gone well with them. the effect of his death, however, was for the time to dishearten the peasantry utterly; and had at this time terms of peace, which would have permitted them to enjoy the exercise of their religion, and to be free from conscription, been offered to them, they would gladly have been accepted.

charette, after he saw that the attack upon nantes from the north side of the river had failed, fell back with his force, as before, into lower poitou. the vendeans, now under bonchamp, who had also been wounded, retired along the north bank of the loire, crossing the river at various points as they could find boats.

before joining in the fight, leigh had told his band that, in the event of failure, he should recross the river in the boat that had brought them over. they had all kept near him during the struggle. eight of them had fallen, several others were wounded, and he himself had received a musket ball in the shoulder. as soon as he saw that the battle was lost, he withdrew from it and made his way with the boys to the river bank; recrossed the stream, and struck across the country. after proceeding some six miles they entered a wood, and lay down and slept for some hours, and then marched to parthenay.

here the band broke up and proceeded to their homes; while leigh made his way to lescure's headquarters, learned where his friends were lodged, and joined them.

patsey gave a cry of alarm as he entered. fugitives had arrived before him, and it was already known that the attack on nantes had failed, and that cathelineau was mortally wounded.

"what is it, leigh?"

"i am wounded in the shoulder. it is nothing very serious, i think; though i suppose i sha'n't be able to hold a sword for some time."

a surgeon was soon fetched, the ball extracted, and the wound bandaged; and they then sat down to talk over the events that had occurred. since they had been separated, monsieur martin had become a broken man. the fact that his son, who assuredly had it in his power to protect him, had given him over to the terrible tribunal, had been a harder blow to him than the prospect of death; and even the devotion that had been shown by jean scarcely sufficed to comfort him.

patsey was pale and thin. her imprisonment had told upon her and, still more, the thought of what jean must be suffering on her account, and her uncertainty as to the fate of her child. but even the twenty-four hours that had elapsed since she had left her prison had done much for her. the news that the child was safe and well had taken a load off her mind; and she felt proud, indeed, that her release, and that of so many others of her fellow prisoners, had been brought about by the devotion of her husband and her brother. before the day was out, she was laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened.

on the following morning they started early, and reached home in the afternoon. they were received with delight by their people, although many of these had lost relations in the recent battles. a house in the village was placed at their disposal, patsey riding straight on to see her child; with which, and its faithful nurse, she soon returned.

"and now, jean," patsey said when, with the cure and jules desailles, they sat down for a quiet talk that evening, "what is to be the next thing?"

"you should ask the blues that," he replied. "so far as i can see, it will be a repetition of what has taken place. they will invade us again, and probably we shall beat them back. each time they will come with larger forces and, at last, i suppose we shall have to endeavour to make our way to england. i am afraid there can be no question that that will be the end of it. fight as we may, we cannot withstand the whole strength of france."

"why can we not fly at once?" monsieur martin asked.

"the difficulty in reaching the coast, and of getting a passage, would be immense. besides, so long as la vendee resists, so long is it my duty to fight; and i am sure that patsey would not wish me to do otherwise. i have been in it from the first, and must stay until the end, if i am not killed before that comes. if it were possible to send you and patsey and leigh away to england, i would gladly do so; but i am sure that she would not go, and i think i may say the same for leigh."

"certainly, jean; as long as you stay, i stay. my life is far less important than yours, for i have no one dependent upon me. i quite agree with you that the war can end in only one way; but till that comes, all those who have been the leaders of these poor peasants ought to hold by them."

"i agree entirely with you both," patsey added, and there was no more to be said.