“No; twenty paces further on we shall be at the spot where we entered the forest.”
“Here we are,” said the young man, as he stopped the carriage.
It was, indeed, the very spot!
Lucien entered the wood without the least hesitation, and as if he had known the place for years. He walked straight to the dell, and when there turned to the eastward, and then advancing he stopped at the place where his brother had fallen: stooping down he perceived the grass wore the red tinge of blood.
“This is the place,” he said.
Then he lightly kissed the spot where his brother had lain.
Rising with flashing eyes he paced the dell to the spot whence Chateau Renaud had fired.
“This is where he stood,” he said, stamping his foot, “and here he shall lie to-morrow.”
“How!” I exclaimed. “To-morrow!”
“Yes, unless he is a coward. For to-morrow he shall give me my revenge.”