The new-comer, who did not expect to hear his name called in that lonely place, jumped to one side, and said in a voice that quivered with emotion:--
"Who called me?"
"I," said Rameau-d'or, taking off his hat and a wig he had been wearing, and advancing to his friend with no other disguise than his Breton clothes.
"Henri de Bonneville!" exclaimed Baron Michel, in amazement.
"Myself. But don't say my name so loud. We are in a land where every bush and ditch and tree shares with the walls the privilege of having ears."
"True!" said Michel, alarmed; "and besides--"
"Besides what?" asked M. de Bonneville.
"You must have come for the uprising they talk of?"
"Precisely. And now, in two words, on which side are you?"
"I?"