Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 23, 1924 — page 140: what you’re looking at

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By CHARLES Author of “ The Black CHAPTER XXXIV. I BECOME A REBEL. ITH my authcrity as captain, I had but to order my troop to fol- low me. My men would obey me without question, go whither I listed. Such was my intention as I left the Inn of the Black Fish. Conscience struck me then a staggering blow. With a sickening sense of helpless- ness came the thought that I had no right to lead ignorant men, who were sworn to serve ‘their king, to risk their necks on a private enterprise of my own, which would most certainly rouse Henri’s anger against me, and which might be construed as de- sertion and treason for all of us. If ever cause were just, I felt that mine B. STILSON Wolf of Picardy,”’ ete. was; but I could not ask others to share it blindly. Though I tried to strangle con- science, and cursed myself for a weak, oyer scrupulous fool, I could not do that. In the little room which Moise and I shared in the village hall I found my broth- er at work upon his reports. Above his desk hung a portrait of the stern old Chan- cellor Michel de ]’Hopital, who had died of a broken heart because the promises which he had made had been broken by his sov- ereign. The iron face seemed to frown down at me forbiddingly. Briefly I told Moise of my dilemma. Though he did not say so, I saw that he viewed the matter as did I. He wrung my hand. “Whatever you may decide, you know that I will go with you,” said he. I knew This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for January 12. 298 EOPMICGLOOO©