“Great God of my fathers, can any one doubt it?”
“What of yourself, then?”
“What is to be will be,” he answered with a shrug.
“You mean you don’t care?”
“When the storm rages over the forest, monsieur, it is the big trees which feel it and fall, the little trees are passed over. I am only a little one.”
“Would you like to have money to fly?”
“Lord of all Powers, if I had not seen you to-night, I should think you a coward to give such counsel. I am not a cur, monsieur, but a watchdog.”
“I said it merely to test you, and I ask your pardon. I was certain of your answer, though. We shall work together to save the mademoiselle. But if we are to succeed, you must not do again what you did to-night.”
“Your pardon, monsieur?” he asked, not understanding.
“You told her my plan and brought her to me.”