acquainted with. I am going to give you ten men; you shall act as guide to them."
"I am perfectly willing. But it will take a week to beat up all the woods of the neighborhood."
The old man's serenity enraged the officer; he saw, indeed, what a ridiculous proceeding such a hunt would be. It was at that moment that he caught sight of Françoise where she sat, pale and trembling, on her bench. His attention was aroused by the girl's anxious attitude. He was silent for a moment, glancing suspiciously from father to daughter and back again.
"Is not this man," he at last coarsely asked the old man, "your daughter's lover?"
Father Merlier's face became ashy pale, and he appeared for a moment as if about to throw himself on the officer and throttle him. He straightened himself up and made no reply. Françoise had hidden her face in her hands.
"Yes, that is how it is," the Prussian continued; "you or your daughter have assisted him to escape. You are his accomplices. For the last time, will you surrender him?"
The miller did not answer. He had turned away and was looking at the distant landscape with an air of supreme indifference, just as if the officer were talking to some other person. That put the finishing touch to the latter's wrath.
"Very well, then!" he declared, "you shall be shot in his stead."
And again he ordered out the firing-party. Father Merlier was as imperturbable as ever. He scarcely
