Chapter 276 Four children were shocked by the old man

At this time, the stronghold of the St. John's market had been disarmed, and Gavroche came, just in time to join forces with the men led by Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly.They were more or less armed.They were also found by Bahoret and Jean Prouvel, and the team was strengthened.Enjolras had a double-shot shotgun, Combeferre a National Guard rifle, and two pistols protruded from his unbuttoned riding jacket in his belt.Jean Prouvel had an old-fashioned carbine, Bahoret a short gun, and Courfeyrac brandished a cane with a sword removed.Feuilly walked ahead with a drawn saber, shouting: "Long live Poland!"

They came to the banks of the Morlan, tieless, hatless, panting, wet with rain, eyes shining.Gavroche calmly began to talk to them. "Where are we going?" "Follow us," said Courfeyrac. Bahore walked behind Feuilly, bouncing like a fish in the rapids.He was wearing a bright red waistcoat, and he spoke freely.His waistcoat alarmed a passer-by, who exclaimed in despair: "The Red Party is coming!" "Red Party, Red Party!" retorted Bahoret, "absurdly frightened, bourgeoisie. As for me, I do not tremble at the poppies, nor does Little Red Riding Hood arouse terror in me. Bourgeoisie, believe me, put I’m afraid that the red disease will be left to those animals with horns.”

He saw a notice taped to the corner, the most inoffensive piece of paper in the world, the proclamation of the Archbishop of Paris authorizing the eating of eggs during Lent, for his "lambs." Bahore said aloud: "Lamb, an elegant title for a piglet." He easily tore the notice off the wall.This action conquered Gavroche.From then on Gavroche began to pay attention to Bahore. "Bahores," Enjolras pointed out, "you shouldn't be doing this. You can leave the notice alone. What we're doing today isn't aimed at it. It's not worth your anger. Save your energy. Come on. Don't waste power when the time comes, whether it's human energy or gun fire."

"Everyone has a different taste, Enjolras," retorted Bahores. "The bishop's article irritated me. I don't need permission to eat eggs. Your nature is hot on the inside and cold on the outside. I, too, love to figure it out." Happy. I'm not expending my strength, I'm in the middle of it, and I'm tearing up the notice, in the name of Hercules! It's just to appetize." The word Hercules caught Gavroche's attention.He always likes to look for opportunities to enrich his knowledge at any time, and the poster tearer is admirable.he asked him: "What does Hercules mean?"

Bahore replied: "That's Latin for damn." Here, Bahore recognized a young man with a fair face and black beard watching them pass by from a window. He might be a friend of the ABC agency.He shouted to him: "Quick, bullet! 'Para bellum.'" "Beautiful boy! Indeed," said Gavroche.He understands Latin now. They were accompanied by a rowdy procession of students, artists, members of the Excubator Society, laborers, dock workers, some with clubs, some with bayonets, some with Combeferre. Same, with a pistol in his waistband.There was another old man walking forward among this group of people, a very old man.He has no weapons of any kind.He looked as if he was thinking about something, but he kept pushing forward, lest he be left behind.Gavroche found him.

"What is it?" he asked Combeferre. "It's an old man." This is M. Mabeuf.