“No, monsieur.”
“Good! then lead us back to your house. You have served us magnificently, my good friend; and that last trick of yours may have saved our lives.”
They ran to Gabrielle and explained the failure of the venture, and started to return to Babillon’s.
It was a galling disappointment, but neither Gerard nor Dubois was likely to waste time in fruitless repining; and by the time they reached Babillon’s house, both had thought their way to the same decision. They must make for Malincourt.
Gabrielle wished it also.
“The two points are—what has happened there, and can we hope to reach there safely?” said Gerard, as he and Dubois sat discussing it, Gabrielle having again gone to seek rest.
“I would that I had been in the cell with the Governor,” growled Dubois. “It would have gone hard with me if I had not found a way to end his power to do us more evil.”
“We are soldiers, Dubois,” said Gerard.
“We shan’t be soldiers long if the Tiger can get his way with us.”
“My cousin will be up in forty-eight hours.”