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"Now," said Antoine, eying the bottle, and making sure it was empty, "there must be no mistake. Her name?" "To the beautiful Josephine!" said Montbar. "To the beautiful Josephine!" repeated Antoine. And he swallowed the Burgundy with increasing satisfaction. Then, after drinking, and wiping his lips on his sleeve, he said, as he set the glass on the table: "Hey! one moment, citizen."
From Captain Montbar we learned the particulars connected with the recovery of our ship from the Spaniards. "I had been driven out of my course," he said, "by contrary winds, when we sighted a vessel flying the Spanish flag, which I am bound, by a solemn oath, whenever an opportunity offers, to destroy.
"You drive the mail to Chambery to-morrow, don't you?" "Yes; at six o'clock." "Well, suppose that Antoine is a good fellow?" "No supposing about it; he is!" "Well, this is what Antoine does " "Go on; what does he do?" "In the first place, he empties his glass." "Done! that's not difficult." "Then he takes these ten louis." Montbar spread ten louis on the table.
He already knew that the mail was due at Macon at half past four, waited for the travellers to dine, and started again punctually at five. No doubt all his plans were previously laid, for, after giving these directions, Montbar dismissed his servant and went to sleep like a man who has long arrears of slumber to make up.
But Charles shook his head. "That is not an owl, Amelie," he said; "it is the call of our companions. Put out the light." Amelie blew it out while her lover opened the window. "Even here," she murmured; "they seek you even here!" "It is our friend and confidant, the Comte de Jayat; no one else knows where I am." Then, leaning from the balcony, he asked: "Is it you, Montbar?"
"That remains to be seen," replied Montbar, keeping on his way at the same pace without heed to these remonstrances. On they went with the speed of lightning through the village of Varennes, then through that of La Creche and the little town of Chapelle-de-Guinchay; only half a mile further and they would reach the Maison-Blanche.
"What now?" exclaimed Montbar. "Anything wrong this time?" "I should say so. We've made a great blunder but it's too late now." "Why so?" "The bottle is empty." "That one, yes; but not this one." So saying, Montbar took from the chimney corner another bottle, already uncorked. "Ah! ah!" exclaimed Antoine, a radiant smile lighting his face. "Is there any remedy for it?" asked Montbar.
They are made of the skin of Claude Flageolet, corporal of the Third Battalion of Paris." At that moment the voice again called out, in the same order, the names of Morgan, Montbar, Adler and d'Assas. Morgan rushed out of the study, crossed the dancing-hall from end to end, and made his way to a little salon on the other side of the dressing-room.
The dry leaves rustled at the call, and a fourth shadow stepped from behind a clump of trees, and approached his companions. "Anything new?" asked Montbar. "Yes; a messenger from Cadoudal." "The same one who came before?" "Yes." "Where is he?" "With the brothers, in the grotto." "Come." Montbar rushed on ahead; the path had grown so narrow that the four young men could only walk in single file.
Perhaps the conductor might have repeated Roland's threat to Montbar, but he suddenly saw a black line blocking the road. "Halt, conductor!" thundered a voice the next moment. "Postilion, drive over the bellies of those bandits!" shouted the police agent. "Drive on yourself!" said Montbar. "Do you suppose I'm going over the stomachs of friends? Who-o-ah!" The mail coach stopped as if by magic.
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