"No; here's Pichot volunteered to take your place."
"Has he got food with him and rugs. My rug has gone…."
"He has everything. Come along! Let's put everything of value into the other car."
When they had finished the night air was clear of snowflakes; hill, road and valley were lit by the pallor of the fallen snow.
Fanny followed Julien to the other car. He swung the handle and jumped into the driving seat. "Come…." he said, and held out a hand.
"Good-night, Pichot. We'll send for you early in the morning."
"Good-night, mon capitaine. Good-night, mademoiselle."
They moved forward, and the moon like a wandering lamp lit their faces.
"Blow out, old moon!" said Julien, turning his silvered face and hair up to the sky. The moon flew behind a cloud.
"Quick!" he said.