ately sent off a courier to the Duke of
Berwick and M. de Baville to inform them of the important capture he had
made. They were so delighted at the news that they came next day to
Nimes.

They found the town intensely excited, soldiers with fixed bayonets at
every street corner, all the houses shut up, and the gates of the town
closed, and no one allowed to leave without written permission from
Sandricourt. On the 20th, and during the following night, more than
fifty persons were arrested, amongst whom were Alison, the merchant in
whose house Ravanel, Villas, and Jonquet were found; Delacroix, Alison's
brother-in-law, who, on hearing the noise of the struggle, had hidden on
the roof and was not discovered till next day; Jean Lauze, who was
accused of having prepared Ravanel's supper; Lauze's mother, a widow;
Tourelle, the maid-servant; the host of the Coupe d'Or, and a preacher
named La Jeunesse.

Great, however, as was the joy felt by the duke, the marquis, and de
Baville, it fell short of full perfection, for the most dangerous man
among the rebels was still at large; in spite of every effort, Catinat's
hiding-place had not till now been discovered.

Accordingly, the duke issued a proclamation offering a reward of one
hundred Louis-d'or to whoever would take Catinat, or cause him to be
taken prisoner, and granting a free pardon to anyone who had sheltered
him, provided that he was denounced before the house-to-house visitation
which was about to be made took place. After the search began, the master
of the house in which he might be found would be hung at his own door,
his family thrown into prison, his goods confiscated, his house razed to
the ground, without any form of trial whatever.

This proclamation had the effect expected by the duke: whether the man in
whose house Catinat was concealed grew frightened and asked him to leave,
or whether Catinat thought his best course would be to try and get away
from the town, instead of remaining shut up in it, he dressed himself one
morning in suitable clothes, and went to a barber's, who shaved him, cut
his hair, and made up his face so as to give him as much the appearance
of a nobleman as possible; and then with wonderful assurance he went out
into the streets, and pulling his hat over his eyes and holding a paper
in his hand as if reading it, he crossed the town to the gate of St.
Antoine. He was almost through when Charreau, the captain of the guard,
having his