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Updated: August 31, 2025
"Quick, Margotte," said Pierre to the animal, "you know how anxiously we are awaited, and besides we are the bearers of good news." The animal appeared to understand the words, began to trot again at a smart pace, and for a time all went well. Darker and darker grew the night, the storm raged fiercer and fiercer, and the roar of the distant river sounded like the tolling of church-bells.
"It was a good idea of mine," he said, rubbing his chest, "to use this portfolio as a breastplate. And now, Margotte, carry me to Fribourg without further adventures!" As Margotte obeyed the spur, her master heard the gallop of another horse dying away in the distance. "Strange!" he said. "I could not see his face, but it seemed to me that I knew his voice when he cried out!"
Get on, Margotte." And he lifted his reins. But, as if this movement were a signal, he heard distinctly a horse coming toward him, this time at a full gallop, and then Pierre saw a shadow pass some thirty yards away. He drew out a pistol, and rode with it in his hand until he passed the cross-road, but he saw and heard nothing more.
Pierre rose in the stirrups and cautiously glanced about, but then he shook his head and muttered: "Curious, I can discover nothing, and yet I thought I heard the clatter of a horse's hoofs." He mechanically put his hand in his breast-pocket and nodded his head in a satisfied way. "The portfolio is still in the right place," he whispered. "Forward, Margotte we must get under shelter."
The scoundrel must have eyes like an owl: he aimed as well as if he had been on a rifle range. Hurry along, Margotte, or else a second highwayman may come and conclude what the other began." The horse trotted along, and Pierre heard anew the gallop of a second animal. The bandit evidently desired to keep his identity unknown.
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