Chapter 278 Six New Warriors

The team grew stronger and stronger.On reaching the Rue Piette, they were joined by a tall, gray-haired man. Courfeyrac, Enjolras, and Combeferre all noticed his bold features, but no one knew him.Gavroche, busy singing, whistling, humming, leading the way, and beating the shutters of the shops with the butt of his pistol without a firing pin, paid no attention to the man. Entering Glassworks Street, they passed Courfeyrac's door. "Exactly," said Courfeyrac, "I forgot my purse and my hat." He left the team and ran up to his room upstairs.He took an old hat and his wallet.From among some soiled changes of laundry he produced a rather large square box, about the size of a suitcase.When he ran downstairs, the concierge called him.

"Monsieur de Courfeyrac!" "What's your name, Madame Concierge?" Courfeyrac contradicted her. It made the doorman foolish at once. "You know, I'm the gatekeeper. My name is Fuwang's mother." "Well, if you call me M. de Courfeyrac again, I'll call you Madam de Fouvant. Now, tell me, what's the matter? What do you want to say?" "Someone is looking for you." "Who?" "I have no idea." "Where?" "In the concierge." "Damn it!" said Courfeyrac. At this time, a young man with the appearance of a worker came out of the porter's room. He was a thin man with withered skin and spots. He was wearing a cloth jacket with holes and corduroy trousers with patches on both sides. The girl in the boy's clothes, with a voice that, God knows, doesn't sound like a woman's at all.The young man asked Courfeyrac:

"Is Monsieur Marius present?" "Not here." "Will he be back tonight?" "I have no idea." Courfeyrac added: "I'm not coming back." The young man looked at him steadily and asked: "why?" "because." "Where are you going?" "What does this have to do with you?" "Will you let me carry this box for you?" "I'm going to the barricades." "Will you let me go with you?" "As you please," replied Courfeyrac, "anyone may walk in the street. The stones on the street are everyone's."

He then ran off in pursuit of his friends.Overtaking them, he handed the box to one of them to carry.After a full quarter of an hour, he really found that the young man was really following them. Teams don't necessarily go wherever they want.We have already said that it is carried by a gust of wind.They walked through Saint-Merry and somehow found themselves in the Rue Saint-Denis.