LITMIR.BIZ

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the men in ambush there. Although the darkness was beginning to obscure the different objects, it seemed to him that some of the men put aside the branches, while the others stood up to look over the rock, all alike preparing for a movement, which had every appearance of being an aggressive one. At the same time a sharp click, like the cocking of a musket, reached his ear thrice, and made him shudder. He at once turned in the opposite direction, to try and discern the person whose safety was menaced by that murderous sound, and spied a young man trotting briskly along upon a graceful, well-shaped horse. A handsome fellow he was, head erect, nose in air, and hand on hip, wearing a short cloak, lined with white satin, thrown gracefully over his right shoulder. Seen from a distance, he seemed to have a refined, poetic, joyous face. At closer quarters, it was seen to be a face with pure outlines, bright, clear complexion, keen eyes, lips slightly parted by the habit of smiling, a soft, black moustache, and fine, white teeth. A lordly way of twirling his switch, accompanied by a soft whistle, like that affected by the dandies of the epoch, following the fashion set by Monsieur Gaston d'Orléans, was not lacking, to make of the new-comer a perfect cavalier, according to the laws of good form then in vogue at the court of France, which was beginning to set the fashion for all the courts of Europe.

      Fifty paces behind him, mounted upon a horse whose gait he regulated by that of his master's, rode an extremely consequential, high and mighty valet, who seemed to occupy a no less distinguished station among servants than his master among gentlemen.

      The comely youth watching from the window of the inn, too young, doubtless, to look on in cold blood at such a scene as seemed imminent, could not restrain a shudder as he reflected that the two paragons who were approaching, with such absolute indifference and sense of security, would, in all probability, be shot down when they reached the spot where their foes were lying in ambush. A decisive conflict seemed to take place between the timidity natural at his age and his love for his neighbor. At last the generous sentiment carried the day, and as the gallant cavalier was riding by in front of the inn, without even looking toward it, the young man obeyed a sudden, irresistible impulse, leaned from the window, and cried, —

      "Holé! monsieur, stop a moment, please, for I have something of importance to say to you."

      At the sound of the voice, and the words which it uttered, the horseman raised his head, and seeing the young man at the window, stopped his horse with a movement of his hand which would have done honor to the best of squires.

      "Don't stop your horse, monsieur, but ride toward me unconcernedly, as if you knew me."

      The traveller hesitated a second; but realizing that he had to do with a gentleman of engaging countenance and pleasant manners, he removed his hat, and rode forward, smiling.

      "Here I am, at your service, monsieur," he said; "what can I do for you?"

      "Come still nearer, monsieur," continued he at the window; "or what I have to tell you cannot be told aloud. Put on your hat, for we must make them think that we are old acquaintances, and that you were coming to this inn to see me."

      "But I don't understand, monsieur," said the traveller.

      "You will understand directly; meanwhile put on your hat – good! Now come near, nearer! Give me your hand! That's it! Delighted to see you! Now listen; do not ride on beyond this inn, or you are lost!"

      "What's the matter? Really, you terrify me," said the traveller, with a smile.

      "The matter is that you are on your way to yonder little house where we see the light, are you not?"

      The horseman started.

      "Well, on the road to that house, at the bend in the road, in yonder dark thicket, four men are lying in wait for you."

      "Oho!" exclaimed the traveller, gazing with all his eyes at the young man, who was quite pale. "Indeed! you are sure?"

      "I saw them ride up, one after another, get down from their horses, and hide, – some behind the trees, others behind rocks. Lastly, when you rode out of the village just now, I heard them cock their muskets."

      "The devil!" exclaimed the traveller, beginning to take alarm.

      "Yes, monsieur, it's just as I tell you," continued the young man at the window; "if it were only not quite so dark you could see them, and perhaps recognize them."

      "Oh! I have no need to see them; I know perfectly well who they are. But who told you that I was going to that house, monsieur, and that it is I they are watching for?"

      "I guessed it."

      "You are a very charming Œdipus; thanks! Ah! they propose to shoot me; how many of them are assembled for that praiseworthy purpose?"

      "Four; one of whom seemed the leader."

      "He is older than the others, is n't he?"

      "Yes, as well as I could judge from here."

      "Does he stoop?"

      "He is round-shouldered, wears an embroidered doublet, white plume, brown cloak; his gestures are infrequent but imperative."

      "As I thought; it's the Duc d'Épernon."

      "The Duc d'Épernon!"

      "Well, well, here I am telling you my business," said the traveller with a laugh. "I never do so with others; but no matter, you have done me so great a service that I don't care so much what I say to you. How are the men dressed who are with him?"

      "Gray helmets."

      "Just so; they are his staff-bearers."

      "Become musket-bearers for to-day."

      "In my honor; thanks! Now, do you know what you ought to do, my young gentleman?"

      "No; but tell me your opinion, and if what I ought to do can be of any service to you, I am ready in advance to undertake it."

      "You have weapons?"

      "Why – yes; I have a sword."

      "You have your servant?"

      "Of course; but he is not here; I sent him to meet some one whom I expect."

      "Very well; you ought to lend me a hand."

      "To do what?"

      "To charge the villains, and make them and their leader beg for mercy."

      "Are you mad, monsieur?" cried the young man, in a tone which showed that he was not in the least inclined for such an expedition.

      "Indeed, I ask your pardon," said the traveller; "I forgot that the affair had no interest for you."

      Turning to his servant, who had halted when his master halted, he said, —

      "Come here, Castorin!"

      At the same time he put his hand to his holsters, as if to make sure that his pistols were in good condition.

      "Ah, monsieur!" cried the young man at the window, putting out his arms as if to stop him, "monsieur, in Heaven's name do not risk your life in such an adventure! Rather come into the inn, and thereby avoid arousing the suspicion of the men who are waiting for you; consider that the honor of a woman is at stake."

      "You are right," rejoined the horseman; "although, in this case, it's not her honor, precisely, but her material welfare. Castorin, my good fellow," he added, addressing his servant, who had joined him; "we will go no farther just now."

      "What!" cried Castorin, almost as disappointed as his master, "what does monsieur say?"

      "I say that Mademoiselle Francinette will have to do without the pleasure of seeing you this evening, as we shall pass the night at the Golden Calf; go in, therefore, order supper for me, and a bed to be got ready."

      As he doubtless saw that Monsieur Castorin proposed to make some rejoinder, he accompanied his last words with a movement of the head which effectually precluded any more extended discussion. Castorin at once passed through the gate, crestfallen, and without venturing to say another word.

      The traveller looked after him for an instant; then, after reflecting for another instant, seemed to have made up his mind what course to adopt. He alighted from his horse, passed through the gate on the heels of his lackey, over whose arm he threw his

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