CHAPTER XV.
NEVER PUT A WATCH AND A KEY IN THE SAME POCKET.
The Marquis de Lantenac was not so far away as they thought.
He was, nevertheless, perfectly safe, and beyond their reach.
He had followed Halmalo.
The stairway down which he had gone with Halmalo, after the other fugitives, ended very near the ravine and the arches of the bridge, by a narrow arched passageway. This passageway terminated in a deep natural fissure in the ground, opening into the ravine on one side, and on the other into the forest.
This fissure, entirely concealed from sight, wound under impenetrable vegetation. It would be impossible to capture a man there. A fugitive, having once reached this fissure had only to crawl away like an adder, and was safe from pursuit. The entrance to the secret passage from the stairway was so obstructed by brambles that those who had made this subterranean passage considered it useless to close it in any other way.
The marquis had nothing to do now but to go on. There was no need of troubling himself about a disguise. Since his arrival in Brittany, he had not taken off his peasant's costume, considering himself thus more of a great seigneur.
He merely took off his sword, the belt of which he unfastened and threw down.
When Halmalo and the marquis emerged from the passage into the fissure, the five others, Guinoiseau, Hoisnard Branche-d'Or, Brin-d' Amour, Chatenay, and the Abbé Turmeau had disappeared.
"They were not long in getting away," said Halmalo.
"Follow their example," said the marquis.
"Does monseigneur wish me to leave him?"
