“Perhaps it won’t be long coming.”
The gallop of a horse echoed through the street.
“Ah!” said Coeur-de-Roi, “that is probably the man you expect.”
“No,” replied Cadoudal, “this rider comes from the direction of Vannes.”
The sound became more distinct, and it proved that Cadoudal was right.
The second horseman, like the first, halted at the gate, dismounted, and came into the room. The royalist leader recognized him at once, in spite of the large cloak in which he was wrapped.
“Is it you, Bénédicité?” he asked.
“Yes, general.”
“Where do you come from?”
“From Vannes, where you sent me to watch the Blues.