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And he dug in his spurs and brought down his whip. The horses seemed to have wings, and the coach flew over the cobblestones like the chariot of thunder rumbling past. The conductor became alarmed. "Hey, Master Antoine," cried he, "are you drunk?" "Drunk? fine drinking!" replied Montbar; "I dined on a beetroot salad." "Damn him!
Those who had not, reserved their fire for the real struggle which was to come. One or two sighs alone told that the last volley of the gendarmes had not been without result. At the end of five minutes Montbar stopped. The little party had reached the open space of the quarry. "Are your pistols and guns all loaded?" he asked. "Yes," answered a dozen voices.
Two hours later his groom departed, carrying the plan to Morgan, having informed his master that Antoine was the name of the postilion who was to take the coach from Macon to Belleville. The groom also gave him the four screw-rings and the two padlocks he had purchased. Montbar ordered up a bottle of old Burgundy, and sent for Antoine. Ten minutes later Antoine appeared.
They made no sound, apparently being incapable of speech, but they signed to us with beckoning fingers to approach them. Then they raised themselves upon their knees, and stretched out their hands to us in mute appeal. They were white men some of the Spaniards marooned by Captain Montbar as a punishment for having stolen our vessel.
A shadow came from behind the tree. "Here I am," it said. "Ah! there you are," exclaimed the two young men. "Anything new?" inquired Montbar. "Nothing; they are waiting for you to come to a decision." "In that case, let us hurry." The three young men continued on their way. After going about three hundred yards, Montbar stopped again, and said softly: "Armand!"
"No; for don't you see, Monsieur de Jayat, that if travellers take places from Paris to Lyons, they have the first right." "See, the aristocrats!" said Montbar, laughing. "Apropos of aristocrats, there is one behind me posting here. I passed him about a mile the other side of Polliat. I thought his hack a little wind-broken."
"Montbar," replied the stranger, and at the mention of his name both Hartog and I started. "You honour us by your visit, sir," said Hartog, with a bow as graceful as that with which Captain Montbar acknowledged it. "Your reputation is known to all seamen as that of a brave man and a princely gentleman."
Montbar passed through the villages of Varennes, La Creche, and Chapelle-de-Guinchay, and did not stop until he reached the Maison-Blanche. The spot was exactly as Valensolle had described it, and was admirably adapted for an ambuscade. The Maison-Blanche stood in a tiny valley between a sharp declivity and a rise in the ground.
When de Castro spoke of Montbar he became livid, and a very evil light shone in his eyes. For two years they had endured upon this island untold suffering. All the women and children were long since dead, except Donna Isabel Barreto, who clung to life with the tenacity born of a desire for revenge.
"Oh!" exclaimed the landlord, "that's not astonishing; my brothers in the business have a poor lot of horses." "Why, there's our man!" continued Montbar; "I thought I had more of a lead of him." Roland was, in fact, just passing the windows at a gallop. "Do you still want chamber No. 1, Monsieur de Jayat?" asked the landlord. "Why do you ask?"
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