o the manikin he was about to
plunder, and who would have been easier to move to pity than the
vagabonds. These myriad bells, with their little copper tongues, seemed
to him like the mouths of so many asps, open and ready to sting and to
hiss.

"Oh!" he said, in a very low voice, "is it possible that my life depends
on the slightest vibration of the least of these bells? Oh!" he added,
with clasped hands, "bells, do not ring, hand-bells do not clang,
mule-bells do not quiver!"

He made one more attempt upon Trouillefou.

"And if there should come a gust of wind?"

"You will be hanged," replied the other, without hesitation.

Perceiving that no respite, nor reprieve, nor subterfuge was possible,
he bravely decided upon his course of action; he wound his right foot
round his left leg, raised himself on his left foot, and stretched out
his arm: but at the moment when his hand touched the manikin, his body,
which was now supported upon one leg only, wavered on the stool which
had but three; he made an involuntary effort to support himself by the
manikin, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground, deafened
by the fatal vibration of the thousand bells of the manikin, which,
yielding to the impulse imparted by his hand, described first a rotary
motion, and then swayed majestically between the two posts.

"Malediction!" he cried as he fell, and remained as though dead, with
his face to the earth.

Meanwhile, he heard the dreadful peal above his head, the diabolical
laughter of the vagabonds, and the voice of Trouillefou saying,--

"Pick me up that knave, and hang him without ceremony." He rose. They
had already detached the manikin to make room for him.

The thieves made him mount the stool, Clopin came to him, passed the
rope about his neck, and, tapping him on the shoulder,--

"Adieu, my friend. You can't escape now, even if you digested with the
pope's guts."

The word "Mercy!" died away upon Gringoire's lips. He cast his eyes
about him; but there was no hope: all were laughing.

"Bellevigne de l'Etoile," said the King of Thunes to an enormous
vagabond, who stepped out from the ranks, "climb upon the cross beam."

Bellevigne de l'Etoile nimbly mounted the transverse beam, and in
another minute, Gringoire, on raising his eyes, beheld him, with terror,
seated upon the beam above his head.

"Now," resumed Clopin Trouillefou, "as soon as I clap my hands, you,
Andry the Red, will fling the stool to the gro