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The police rode off at a rapid pace, and Cyprien felt that they must overtake the fugitives. About two miles from the village the road wound round a hill, on one side of which was a deep precipice. Day was breaking, and Robeccal, who of course had joined in the pursuit, rose in his stirrups in hopes to see some sign of the men they were pursuing.
Help!" cried Fongereues. Cyprien gathered together all his strength for one mighty effort he was saved! The Marquis clung to the trunk of a pine tree that grew close to the precipice. The water rolled over his head and blinded him, but did not succeed in washing him away. Suddenly, from the summit of the rocks, came a voice. "Courage!" it cried, "courage!"
We mechanically grasped each other's hands, wringing them cruelly as we watched the harrowing sight. Cyprien had tried at first to stiffen his body. With extraordinary strength, he had lifted himself above the water, holding his body in an oblique position. Rut the strain was too great. Nevertheless, he struggled, tried to reach some of the beams, felt around him for something to hold to.
"I will not!" "Very well. The will is here; we will take it!" The Marquis whistled, and Cyprien appeared. "We must help ourselves," said the Marquis. "All right!" answered the lacquey. Strangely enough, this man who looked so infirm now bounded back and placed himself behind a table. He drew from his pockets two pistols, which he pointed toward his adversaries.
But it was no easy thing to impose silence upon Cyprien when he had made up his mind to manifest a thought or an opinion. "You'll get us all into trouble, old man, see if you don't. Cut it out, won't you? See, here comes an officer." The officer approached them. "It's not his fault, sir," began one of the fellows, before his superior had time to ask a question. "I assure you, it's not his fault.
Besides this, Cyprien, a stout well-favoured young Gascon, who filled the posts of drawer and chamberlain, together with two or three other trencher-scrapers, who served at table, and waited on the guests, were generally sufficient to clear the house of any troublesome roysterers.
A number of people must have taken refuge there already, for the neighboring roofs were vacant, and we could hear voices that surely came from the steeple. But what dangers must be run to reach them! "It is impossible," said Pierre. "The house of the Raimbeaus is too high; we would need ladders." "I am going to try it," said Cyprien. "I will return if the way is impracticable.
The Marquis entered the inn and looked around suspiciously, but saw no one but Schwann, who stood hat in hand; he did not advance, as the frown of the Marquis was far from encouraging. "Serve dinner in my room," said Cyprien, and he showed the silent Marquis up-stairs. When Schwann had laid the table and placed the dinner upon it, Cyprien took him aside.
Then they brought in the Invincible St. Cyprien, and Sir John poured out a glass, and sniffed and tasted it and threw up his head, gazing round on the company and looking every man full in the eyes. I reached out for the bottle, filled myself a glass, drank it off, and stared around just as defiant.
The intendant's courage returned. The Marquis stopped short to look at the cataract in admiration, but Cyprien urged him on, for it was growing late. Suddenly, Cyprien laid his hand on the arm of the Marquis, who started. Criminals are subject to these involuntary starts. "We are here," said Cyprien. "Ah!" answered the Marquis.
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