“Grandchamp to Vannes.”
“So that, if I deploy from Meucon to Plescop—”
“You’ll bar the way.”
“That’s all.”
Cadoudal called his four lieutenants, Chante-en-hiver, Monte-à-l’assaut, Fend-l’air, and La Giberne, to him, gave each of them fifty men, and each with his men disappeared like shadows in the heavy mist, giving the well-known hoot, as they vanished. Cadoudal was left with a hundred men, Branche-d’Or and Fleur-d’épine. He returned to Roland.
“Well, general,” said the latter, “is everything satisfactory?”
“Yes, colonel, fairly so,” replied the Chouan; “but you can judge for yourself in half an hour.”
“It will be difficult to judge of anything in that mist.”
Cadoudal looked about him.
“It will lift in half an hour,” said he. “Will you utilize the time by eating a mouthful and drinking a glass?”