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What it was, and whether it had to do with M. de Cocheforet, I could not tell. But there it was, and I grew more curious the longer I remained alone. She came back to me presently, looking thoughtful and a trifle downcast. 'That was Clon, was it not? I said, studying her face. 'Yes, she answered. She spoke absently, and did not look at me.
He could not speak, but he made it as clear as daylight that if anyone went back with the news, he was the man to go. 'Nonsense! the landlord rejoined fiercely, 'We cannot leave Antoine to go on alone with him. Give me the stuff. But Clon would not. He had no thought of resigning the credit of the discovery; and I began to think that the two would really come to blows.
She uttered a low cry of awe and stood silent; but her lips moved and I think that she prayed for Clon, though she was a Huguenot. Meanwhile, I had a fright. The lanthorn, swinging in the sergeant's hand, and throwing its smoky light now on the stone seat, now on the rough wall above it, showed me something else.
Instead, I found them talking in a low tone by the open door, with every mark of disorder in their appearance; while Clon and Louis stood at a little distance with downcast faces and perplexed looks. I had time to see all this, and then my entrance wrought a sudden change.
'I wonder you do not want my sword, I said by way of sarcasm, as I swung myself up. 'We are not afraid of it, the innkeeper answered gravely. 'You may keep it for the present. I made no answer what answer had I to make? and we rode at a footpace down the street; he and I leading, Clon and the shock-headed man bringing up the rear.
He did not finish the sentence, for Clon, as if he well understood his impatience, turned back from the bridge, and, entering the wood to the left, began to ascend the bank of the stream. We had not gone a hundred yards before the ground grew rough, and the undergrowth thick; and yet through all ran a kind of path which enabled us to advance, dark as it was now growing.
Or I might be handed over to one of the savage bands, half smugglers, half brigands, that held the passes; or be delivered, worse fate of all, into the power of the French exiles, of whom some would be likely to recognise me and cut my throat. 'It is a long way into Spain, I muttered, watching in a kind of fascination Clon handling his pistols.
Her eyes glittered, and she had the air of straining her ears continually to catch some dreaded sound. 'There is no news, Monsieur? she said as she took her seat. And she shot a swift look at me. 'None, Mademoiselle. 'They are searching the village? 'I believe so. 'Where is Clon? This in a lower voice, and with a kind of shrinking in her face. I shook my head.
These took some time; so that the sun was down, and it was growing dusk when we marched out, Clon going first, supported by his two guards, the Captain and I following abreast, and eyeing one another suspiciously; the Lieutenant, with the sergeant and five troopers, bringing up the rear.
At last the innkeeper cried with an oath, 'I am going back. This must be known down yonder. Give me your pieces, man, and do you go on with Antoine. It will be all right. But Clon, waving a scrap of the stuff in either hand, and thrusting his ghastly mask into the other's face, shook his head in passionate denial.
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