Then, from far down the valley behind us, came the bay of a hound.
M. le Comte stopped and listened.
“I know that sound,” he said. “That is Roland. What can he be hunting?”
“He is hunting his master,” answered Pasdeloup grimly. “Goujon devised that trick.”
“Goujon!” murmured M. le Comte. “Always Goujon.”
“It was he trained the dog,” added Pasdeloup. “Come; we are losing time.”
“The women cannot go much farther along such a road as this,” his master warned him.
“We have not far to go—just around that turn yonder, and we are safe.”
Suddenly behind us rose a chorus of savage yells.
“They have seen us!” said M. le Comte.