"A prisoner I have just made," said Guérin.
"What's his name?"
"I did not ask his name."
"I am the Baron de la Logerie," said the young man, managing to sit up; for the Chouan's grip was loosened and he had more freedom to move and breathe.
"Ah! Michel's son! You here!" muttered Jean Oullier, in a savage voice.
"Yes. When Monsieur Guérin stopped me I was on my way to Souday to warn my friend Bonneville and Petit-Pierre that their presence in the château was known."
"How came you to know that?"
"I heard it last evening. I overheard a conversation between my mother and Courtin."
"Then why, as you had such fine intentions, didn't you go sooner to warn your friend?" retorted Jean Oullier, in a tone of doubt and also of sarcasm.
"Because the baroness locked me into my room, and that room is on the second floor, and I could not get out till to-night through the window, and then at the risk of my life."