"
"No, no, obey me, Michelot. Think of Mademoiselle. Go! Adieu! If we
should not meet again, mon brave," I finished, as I seized his loyal hand,
"what few things of mine are at the hostelry shall belong to you, as well
as what may be left of this money. It is little enough payment, Michelot,
for all your faithfulness--"
"Monsieur, Monsieur!" he cried.
"Diable!" I muttered, "we are becoming women! Be off, you knave! Adieu!"
The peremptoriness of my tone ended our leave-taking and caused him to grip
his reins and bring down his whip. The coach moved on. A white face, on
which the moonlight fell, glanced at me from the window, then to my staring
eyes naught was left but the back of the retreating vehicle, with one of
the two saddle-horses that had been tethered to it still ambling in its
wake.
"M. de Montr?sor," I said, thrusting my bullet-pierced hat upon my head, "I
am at your service."
CHAPTER XIV
OF WHAT BEFELL AT REAUX
At my captor's bidding I mounted the horse which they had untethered from
the carriage, and we started off along the road which the coach itself had
disappeared upon a moment before.
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