This was all the girl could endure; she uttered a cry and staggered out of the door. Pitou followed her to offer his arm and found her in the kitchen.
“What ails you?”
“Can you not guess? he knows that Isidore has arrived at Boursonne this morning, and he is going to shoot him.”
“I will put him on his guard——“
The voice of Billet interrupted the pair.
“If you are going to lay snares, Master Pitou, it seems to me it is time you were jogging. Father Clovis is going your way.”
“I am off,” and he went out by the kitchen door, while Catherine went up to her room, where she bolted the door.
The forest was Pitou’s kingdom and when he had left Clovis to go home, he felt easy about what he had undertaken to do.
He thought of running to Boursonne and warning Viscount Isidore; but he might not be believed and the warning might not be heeded.
He considered he had better wait.