In a moment, I jumped out of my hiding-place, and seized the bridle of his horse.
The horse, being frightened, reared, and threw its rider.
M. Drouet recognised me.
“Ah! is it you Réné?” he exclaimed. “Follow me!”
Sticking his spurs into his horse, he seemed to sink into the ground, so quickly did he disappear down the declivity of the Rue des Réligieuses.
“Here I am! Here I am, M. Drouet!” cried I, following quickly behind him.
M. Drouet dashed down the Rue des Réligieuses, crossed, like a flash of lightning the Place Latry, plunged under the arch, and reappeared in a moment on the other side, in front of the “Hotel Bras d’Or,” running up against another cavalier as he did so.
“Is it thou, Drouet?” said the cavalier.
“Is it thou, Guillaume?” cried Drouet.