"Do you know the way?" asked Jean Oullier.
"Know the way! As well as I do the paths at la Logerie." And darting off in the direction of Souday, he called back, "Good luck to you, Monsieur Jean Oullier!"
Jean Oullier stood thoughtful a moment. The knowledge the young baron declared he possessed of the neighborhood of the château greatly annoyed him.
"Well, well," he growled at last, "we'll put that in order when we get time." Then addressing Guérin, "Come," said he, "call up the gars."
The Chouan took off one of his wooden shoes and putting it to his mouth he blew into it in a way that exactly represented the howling of wolves.
"Do you think they'll hear that?" asked Jean Oullier.
"Of course they will. I chose the farthest place to windward to make sure of it."
"Then we had better not wait for them here. Let us get to the Ragot crossways. Keep on calling as you go along; we shall gain time that way."
"How much time have we in advance of the soldiers?" asked Guérin, following Jean Oullier rapidly through the brake.
"A good half-hour and more. They have halted at the farm of Pichardière."