"No, captain, all my rigging is in there."
"Come, then, let us go. This man is coming; we must not look as if we were lying to before these walls."
"That's it, captain, we'll stand upon another tack so as to put him out of his way."
And the two sailors began, as Sans-Plume had said in his picturesque language, to stand the other tack in the path parallel to the public walk, after the sailor had prudently picked up the bag he had hidden between the trees of the boulevard and the wall.
"Sans-Plume," said the young man, as they walked along, "are you sure you recognise the spot where the hackney-coach awaits us?"
"Yes, captain—But, I say, captain."
"What?"
"That man looks as if he were following us."
"Bah!"
"And spying on us."