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It is a pity that we cannot take Citizen Louise Michel with us." "Her time will come." "She has no children crying and starving at home like " "Like yours, Carbourd, like yours. Well, I am starving here. Give me something to eat.... Ah, that is good excellent! What more can we want but freedom! Till the darkness of tyranny be overpast overpast, eh?"
"M. Laflamme has escaped. God help us all!" And she turned and groped her way into the room she had left. She felt for a chair and sat down. She must think of what she now was. She wondered if Carbourd was killed. She listened and thought not, since there was no sound without. But she knew that the house would be roused. She bowed her head in her hands.
He had lately borne a letter from the Commandant, which permitted him to go from point to point outside the peninsula of Ducos, where the least punished of the political prisoners were kept. He depended somewhat on this for his escape. Carbourd had been more heroic, but then Carbourd was desperate. Laflamme believed more in ability than force.
I wish you to wait there until M. Laflamme and Carbourd come by the river that is their only chance. If they get across the hills they can easily reach the sea. I know that two of your horses have been over the path; they are sure-footed; they would know it in the night. Is it not so?" "It is so. There are not a dozen horses in the colony that could be trusted on it at night, but mine are safe.
It was ability and money that had won over the captain of the Parroquet, coupled with the connivance of an old member of the Commune, who was now a guard. This night there was increased alertness, owing to the escape of Carbourd; and himself, if not more closely watched, was at least open to quick suspicion owing to his known friendship for Carbourd.
Tell me quick how to go." She swiftly gave him directions, and he darted away. Again there was a rustle in the leaves, and a man stepped forth. Something glistened in his hands a rifle, though she could not see it plainly. It was levelled at the flying figure of Carbourd. There was a report. Marie started forward with her hands on her temples and a sharp cry.
"Tell me," said he, "what do you know of this? What is it to you?" "You wish to know all before you will do what I ask. "I will do anything you ask, because you will not ask of me what is unmanly." "M. Laflamme will escape to-night if possible, and join Carbourd on the Pascal River, at a safe spot that I know." She told him of the Cave. "Yes, yes, I understand. You would help him. And I?"
"Carbourd, Carbourd," she repeated, and turned her head away towards the Semaphore. Her earnestness aroused in Tryon a sudden flame of sympathy which had its origin, as he well knew, in three years of growing love. This love leaped up now determinedly perhaps unwisely; but what should a blunt soul like Hugh Tryon know regarding the best or worst time to seek a woman's heart?
"I'll strike a match so that you can see I'm not a bushranger. There has been shooting in the grounds. Did you hear it?" "Yes. A soldier firing at Carbourd." "You saw him?" "Yes. He could not find the Cave. I directed him. Immediately after he was fired upon." "He can't have been hit. There are no signs of him. There, that's lighter and better, isn't it?" "I do not know."
"I only think that death would be easier than the life of half of the convicts here." "They themselves would prefer it, perhaps." "Tell me, who is the convict that has escaped?" she feverishly asked. "Is it a political prisoner?" "You would not know him. He was one of the Commune who escaped shooting in the Place de la Concorde. Carbourd, I think, was his name."
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