"No; only when they have not given their parole. That makes all the difference."
"And may you go wherever you like?"
"Within stiff limits. Five miles from the town—no more without leave."
"I foresee that we shall have to pay pretty liberally for that leave," added the Colonel.
[CHAPTER XVI]
ORDERED TO VALENCIENNES
"DEN, I say—do come along," urged Roy.
"All right, if you don't mind paying a call."
Roy was ready for anything, and they went first toward the lower part of the town, on a level with the river. Roy, full as usual of talk, poured out items of information which he had gathered from Mademoiselle de St. Roques.
"She says Verdun is an awfully old place—goes back to almost the time of Charlemagne. Let's go on the ramparts. Don't they look like boulevards, with those trees? Mademoiselle says the ramparts are three miles long, all round. Where are we going, Den?"