disadvantage of their former position in case I charged them, and preferring to receive me on the open ground.
"No harm, Monsieur, we only mean to detain you until M. de Greville comes up," the slender man spoke quite politely.
"M. de Greville will not come up this night—may God have mercy on his soul," I added solemnly.
"Why not, fine sir?" the gruffer fellow on the big bay questioned with some heat. I made no quibble on his manner, but replied:
"I doubt I have slain him. He lies back yonder in the road to Sceaux, and I know not whether he be dead or still lives."
They hesitated and consulted together in a low tone; I saw my opportunity to press their indecision.
"What excuse can you make and what authority have you for halting an officer of the King with dispatches to the King? With M. Jerome de Greville to stand between you and harm it was dangerous enough; now it is a matter of hanging."
"But M. de Greville is not dead," they protested together, "we left him a few minutes since alive and well." I seized upon the vacillation manifest in their voices and proceeded with confidence.
"Then how think you I came along this road? Think you M. Jerome would let me go so easily? You know his temper too well. Does he change his mind like a woman? I turned about to take the nearer path, and see, his blood is not yet dry upon my sword."
"We do not believe you. It is some trick."
