“The one that belongs to the Chartreuse of Seillon.”
The peasants looked at each other.
“Well, you’ll find it some twenty feet distant from the front on the way to Genoud.”
The peasants looked at each other once more.
“Hum!” grunted the first one.
“Hum!” repeated the other, faithful echo of his companion.
“Well, what does this ‘hum’ mean?” demanded Roland.
“Confound it.”
“Come, explain yourselves. What’s the matter?”
“The matter is that we’d rather that it was the other end of the forest.”