"Yes."
"Then, for God's sake, tell that blockhead sitting on the stone and whose horse has gone lame, to seize the bicycle of that peasant standing there, and follow us."
I translated politely.
"Why?" queried the Englishman, drawing on his pipe.
"Why?" I demanded of the chasseurs.
"Why? Do you see that?" said one on a bicycle, wheeling around and pointing down the road behind us. "Do you see that? That's the Uhlans. The ones that got Ballandreau a half-hour ago, the ones that got my horse and the ones that will get us all if we stop here much longer."
"The Uhlans!" I cried to Tommy, showing him the advancing forms of a half-dozen cavalrymen, whose black leather helmets shone in the sun a mile up the road.
"There are seven of them—on patrol—seven hundred following! Come, old fellow, it's now or never!"
"And I—where shall I go?" I said, jumping into the cart, George following.
"To the devil if you like, but quick!"