"Impossible, for the moment."
"What would we do here?"
"Our duty to our conquerors; we will guard the battle ground."
"Mary-Ann, give thy hand to Monsieur."
The young English girl obeyed.
"Monsieur," said Mrs. Simons, "it is God who sends you here. We had lost all hope. Our only protector was a young German of the middle class, a savant who gathers herbs and who wished to save us by the most preposterous means. At last, you have come! I was sure that we would be delivered by the gendarmerie. Is it not so, Mary-Ann?"
"Yes, Mamma."
"Know, Monsieur, that these bandits are the vilest of men. They began by taking everything from us."
"All?" asked the Captain.
"All, except my watch, which I took the precaution to hide."