"What are you thinking of?" asked Guérin.
"I am thinking that perhaps this is a better place than the crossways," replied Jean Oullier.
"Yes," said Guérin; "for here's a wagon behind which we can ambush."
Jean Oullier, who had not before noticed it, now examined the object his companion pointed out to him. It was a heavy cart loaded with wood, which the driver had left for the night beside the marsh, fearing, no doubt, to cross the narrow causeway after dusk.
"I have an idea," said Jean Oullier, looking alternately at the cart and at the hill, which rose like a dark rampart on the other side of the bog. "Only, they must--"
He looked all about him.
"Who must? What?"
"The gars must be here."
"They are here," said Guérin. "See, here's Patry, the two Gambier brothers, and there are the Vieille-Vigne men and Joseph Picaut."
Jean Oullier turned his back so as not to see the latter.