“What are you laughing at?” asked one of the gendarmes. “I am laughing at your having left off laughing,” said Thibault.
The lights drew nearer, and the footfalls became more distinct, at the sound of Thibault’s voice. Then a more ominous sound was heard, a sound of teeth striking together, as jaws opened and shut.
“Yes, yes, my friends,” said Thibault, “you have tasted human flesh, and you found it good.”
He was answered by a low growl of approbation, half like a dog’s, and half like a hyena’s.
“Quite so,” said Thibault, “I understand; after having made a meal of a keeper, you would not mind tasting a gendarme.”
The gendarmes themselves were beginning to shudder with fear. “To whom are you talking?” they asked him.
“To those who can answer me,” said Thibault; and