The Lescots’ married daughter’s home had been burned out. She had just sent word that she was at a farm near Picauville, a hamlet just outside Pont l’Abbé. The message begged her father to come, please, and get her.
On the morning after Slim’s departure, Victor arrived at the Gagnons’ door with La Fumée and the cart. He explained his journey to André.
“But,” André cried, “I must go with you, Victor. You cannot speak English any better than you did when we went to Jacquard’s.”
“That is true enough,” Victor admitted.
“Good. I go. I translate when soldiers try to stop you,” André announced.
“It is an idea,” Victor agreed.
“Well, then?” André cried.
“The cows,” Victor chided.
André paused. “Raoul?” he suggested. “Do you think he would milk them?”
“Most certainly. And steal the milk, equally certainly,” Victor said.