Karasch noticed this also; and when we met a couple of men who behaved in this eccentric fashion, he glanced from the men to Mademoiselle and from her to me.
“Ill news has got ahead of us, Burgwan,” he said to me in an undertone. “We had better avoid the town. You saw that sign of the cross!”
“Go back and question the men.”
“Why do we halt?” asked Mademoiselle, as Karasch rode back.
“We must make certain of the right road,” I answered.
“But is not this Poabja?”
“Yes.”
“Then we know we are right. Samac is not half a dozen miles beyond.”
Karasch came back wearing an anxious look.
“To avoid the town will cost a couple of leagues. But I think we should take that route,” he said.