"What have you done?"
"Well, I have got the name of this mayor. He is called Courtin, and is mayor of the village of la Logerie."
"I know that. It is close by the spot where we came near capturing Charette thirty-seven years ago."
"Well, this man has pointed out to me an individual who could serve us as guide, and whom it would be well to arrest so that he may not go back to the château and give the alarm."
"Who is the man?"
"The marquis's steward. Here is a description of him."
The general took the paper and read:--
"Short gray hair, low forehead, keen black eyes, bushy eyebrows, wart on his nose, hair in the nostrils, whiskers round the face, round hat, velveteen jacket, waistcoat and breeches the same, leathern belt and gaiters. Special points: a brown, retriever, and the second incisor on the left side broken."
"Good!" said the general; "that's my oat-seller to a tee. Terrien! His name is no more Terrien than mine's Barabbas."
"Well, general, you can soon make sure of that."