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At first I could not recognise him, for his back was towards me and he was bending over a rather bulky package. When he had closed the door and picked up the package, he turned towards the dark closet, and then I saw who he was. He was the forest-keeper, the Green Man. He was wearing the same costume that he had worn when I first saw him on the road in front of the Donjon Inn.
Paul and Franz crept jubilantly under the coverings of the bed, and Fritz was equally glad for the piece of carpet which the forest-keeper had given him in lieu of a quilt, and with Pixy close to him, he was happier than many a king. "Oh, it was good luck for us that Mr. Hartman came and took us away from that miserable place," exclaimed Paul the moment the door closed.
The rain had ceased, and the moon was trying to shed its rays through thin clouds, but in the dense shade the only light was the little circle upon the moist earth, given by the small lantern. After a time a voice cried, "Who goes there?" "Hans Hartman, my good friend," replied the forest-keeper. "All right!" and another forest-keeper stood before them, much surprised to see seven instead of one.
"Fritz and Paul said that you would not care to visit boys not yet twelve years of age, but I said that my father is a forest-keeper like you, and I would invite you to visit him; so I do invite you and hope you will come." "I thank you heartily and would be glad to make his acquaintance." "And when you visit Franz's father, you can visit mine," suggested Fritz. "And mine," echoed Paul.
"Because it is against orders to allow anyone to stay in this cabin. Wake up your comrade, and all of you leave." This was a hard task, for the blacksmith was a sound sleeper, but by dint of calling and pushing they got him partly awake. "What is it you want?" he said, looking sleepily at the forest-keeper. "Go out of here. There is no room for you." "Nor for you! Up, up, and out!"
He also wanted to be sure that the forest-keeper knew that the professor and his daughter were going to dine in the laboratory, and how he had come to know it. When Monsieur Darzac had finished, I said: "The examination has not advanced the problem much." "It has put it back," said Monsieur Darzac. "It has thrown light upon it," said Rouletabille, thoughtfully.
"Out in the rain? No. I will not go," and he lay down again. The other two drew him to his feet, and told him that it was the forest-keeper who was commanding them to leave the cabin. "But where are we to go?" he asked. "We cannot sleep out in the rain." "No, you are all to follow me to my house.
"Wolff's Bureau has circulated the following warning. Berlin, August 14th. This fatal hunt for motor-cars has claimed yet another victim. Recently an Austrian countess was shot while working for the Red Cross, and now a cavalry captain and his chauffeur have been killed by a forest-keeper on the look-out for Russian automobile.
What mattered the shape or the name, whether handsome or with a fine fortune? How these accidents fell off from the soul, as it beamed in the loving eye and firm lip! "The moment that his face I see, I know the man that must" lead "me." And gently as the fawn follows the forest-keeper does my heart follow his, to the green pastures and still waters where he loves to lead.
As we passed round the donjon, we met the Green Man, the forest-keeper, who did not greet us, but walked by as if we had not existed. He was looking just as I had formerly seen him through the window of the Donjon Inn. He had still his fowling-piece slung at his back, his pipe was in his mouth, and his eye-glasses on his nose. "An odd kind of fish!" Rouletabille said to me, in a low tone.
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