“But why the other end?” retorted Roland, impatiently; “it’s nine miles from here to the other end, and barely three from here to where we left the boar.”
“Yes,” said the first peasant, “but just where the boar lies—” And he paused and scratched his head.
“Exactly; that’s what,” added the other.
“Just what?”
“It’s a little too near the Chartreuse.”
“Not the Chartreuse; I said the pavilion.”
“It’s all the same. You know, Monsieur Louis, that there is an underground passage leading from the pavilion to the Chartreuse.”
“Oh, yes, there is one, that’s sure,” added the other.
“But,” exclaimed Roland, “what has this underground passage got to do with our boar?”
“This much, that the beast’s in a bad place, that’s all.”