Cadoudal rode forward a few paces, putting his finger to his lips, as if to request the man to speak low. The latter, therefore, did not pause until he was close beside his general.
“Well, Fleur-d’épine,” asked Georges, “have we got them?”
“Like a mouse in a trap; not one can re-enter Vannes, if you say the word.”
“I desire nothing better. How many are there?”
“One hundred men, commanded by the general himself.”
“How many wagons?”
“Seventeen.”
“When did they start?”
“They must be about a mile and three-quarters from here.”
“What road have they taken?”