Stop that fighting!"
Looking up they perceived the little doctor seated above with a large
supply of tobacco, which he was throwing among the contestants. The
fight stopped immediately, all scrambling for the much coveted weed.
Before the supply was exhausted their good humor was restored and the
fight forgotten.
On arriving in New York the volunteers scattered in every direction.
Paul and his friend the Count started for his home. Their odd uniforms
and equipments attracted much curiosity and comment. At this time,
Paul's mother and elder brother owned a store on Broadway near
Thirteenth street, and when he entered in his French uniform, his mother
did not know him. On recognizing him she almost fainted. She had
been told nothing about his being in the French army and believed he
was off on one of his usual voyages. Paul discarded his uniform and was
once more attired as a citizen.
While in New York, the Count received a heavy remittance from Denmark.
He insisted that Paul must share in remembrance of the dark days when he
had stood his friend, in Havre. He also consulted Paul as to what
enterprise or adventure they should next embark. At this time
expeditions were being secretly sent out from New York to aid the Cubans
in their struggle for liberty.
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