"That fellow has the proper spirit," he declared. "Shall we place ourselves in his care?"
"I'm afraid I can't go any farther," she answered wearily.
Monsieur Soucin came out, looking to be in anything but the mood of the gay lamb before his door.
"Two rooms, a little supper, and some breakfast," explained Monte. "But we must strike a bargain. We are not American tourists—merely two travelers of the road without much gold and a long way to go."
"I have but a single louis d'or," put in madame.
"Monsieur! Madame!" interrupted Soucin. "I am sorry, but I cannot accommodate you at any price. In the next village a regiment of soldiers have arrived. I have had word that I must receive here ten officers. They come at seven to-night."
"But look here—madame is very tired," frowned Monte.
"I am sorry," answered Soucin helplessly.
Monte stepped nearer and jingled the gold in his pocket.
"Doubtless the next village in that case is without accommodations also," said Monte. "We will strike no bargain. Name your price up to ten louis d'or; for madame must rest."