It made the gray hair stand erect on Pompée's head.
"They cried 'Stop!'" he muttered; "they cried 'Stop!'"
"Well, shall we stop?" asked the viscount.
"By no means!" cried Pompée; "let us double our speed, if possible. Forward! forward!"
"Yes, yes! forward! forward!" cried the viscount, as thoroughly terrified now as his defender.
"They are gaining, they are gaining!" said Pompée; "do you hear them?"
"Alas! yes."
"They are not more than thirty—Listen, they are calling us again. We are lost!"
"Founder the horses, if we must," said the viscount, more dead than alive.