“Then I bid you welcome, Monsieur Roland de Montrevel, for I am the person you seek.”
“Ah, ah!” exclaimed the young man, amazed.
Then, dismounting, he looked about as if for some one to take his mount.
“Throw the bridle over your horse’s neck, and don’t be uneasy about him. You will find him when you want him. Nothing is ever lost in Brittany; you are in the land of honesty.”
The young man made no remark, threw the bridle over his horse’s neck as he had been told, and followed Cadoudal, who walked before him.
“Only to show you the way, colonel,” said the leader of the Chouans.
They both entered the cottage, where an invisible hand had just made up the fire.
CHAPTER XXXII. WHITE AND BLUE
Roland entered, as we have said, behind Georges, and as he entered cast a glance of careless curiosity around him. That glance sufficed to show him that they were alone.