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They struggled in the red and lurid atmosphere, fell down and rose again; a roar of rage was heard, then a cry of agony the death sigh of a man. The survivor sought another man, and the struggle was renewed. This work of death lasted fifteen minutes, perhaps twenty. At the end of those twenty minutes twenty corpses could be counted in the grotto of Ceyzeriat.
As he spoke, he pointed to the little group in the centre of the soldiers who were making their way along the road from Ceyzeriat to Bourg. "I am glad to see that no harm has befallen you, M. de Montrevel," said the young man, with great courtesy; "I assure you it gives me much happiness." And spurring his horse, he was beside the soldiers and gendarmes in a few strides.
Michel circled the open as if he were returning from Ceyzeriat, resolving to enter the inn and wait for Jacques' return; certain that his son would know he had followed him and had stopped short at this isolated house. Michel knocked on the window-shutter and was soon admitted.
Sure enough, from a small gate in the rear, opening toward the forest that extends from Coterz to Ceyzeriat, footsteps could be seen advancing in a straight line to the edge of the woods. They were those of a man elegantly shod, wearing spurs on his heels, for the spurs had left their marks upon the snow. Jacques had not hesitated to follow these marks.
He had left it to follow M. de Valensolle. The same footsteps that had approached the hut were to be seen going, as they left it, in the direction of Ceyzeriat. The traveller had really taken the road to Geneva. Jacques' footsteps showed it plainly. The stride was long, like that of a man running, and he had followed the road behind the trees, evidently to conceal himself from the rider.
It is true that each was lighted by a single wax-candle. They might also have seen the figure of a young girl through the shades, staring in the direction of the village of Ceyzeriat. This young girl was Amelie, pale, breathing with difficulty, and seeming to watch anxiously for a signal. At the end of a few minutes she wiped her forehead and drew a joyous breath.
The prisoners which Roland had made at the grotto of Ceyzeriat had remained but one night in the prison at Bourg. They had been immediately transferred to that of Besancon, where they were to appear before a council of war. It will be remembered that two of these prisoners were so grievously wounded that they were carried into Bourg on stretchers.
They on their side did not forget that they had their own revenge to take. Roland had informed them of the subterranean passage that led from the church of Brou to the grotto of Ceyzeriat.
Roland, at the head of twenty men, was to inclose the woods in a semicircle, drawing in upon it until the two ends should meet at the grotto of Ceyzeriat. The first movement of the party was to be made at nine o'clock, in conjunction with the captain of the gendarmerie. We have seen, from what Morgan told Amelie, the nature of the present intentions of the Companions of Jehu.
"None but our dead are there now." "Is the grotto of Ceyzeriat perfectly safe?" "As safe as any refuge can be that has two exit." "The Chartreuse of Seillon had two exits; yet, as you say, you left your dead there." "The dead are safer than the living; they are sure not to die on the scaffold." Amelie felt a shudder go through her. "Charles!" she murmured. "Listen," said the young man.
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