“It is now nine o’clock, and she will be in the convent,” said the woman tentatively.
“Aho!” he answered, “and none can enter there but Governor, if holy Mother say no. So now goes Master Devil there? ‘Gabord,’ quoth he, ‘you shall come with me to the convent at ten o’clock, bringing three stout soldiers of the garrison. Here’s an order on Monsieur Ramesay, the Commandant. Choose you the men, and fail me not, or you shall swing aloft, dear Gabord.’ Sweet lovers of hell, but Master Devil shall have swinging too one day.” He put his thumb to his nose, and spread his fingers out.
Presently he seemed to note something in the woman’s eyes, for he spoke almost sharply to her: “Jean Labrouk was honest man, and kept faith with comrades.”
“And I keep faith too, comrade,” was the answer.
“Gabord’s a brute to doubt you,” he rejoined quickly, and he drew from his pocket a piece of gold, and made her take it, though she much resisted.
Meanwhile my mind was made up. I saw, I thought, through “Master Devil’s” plan, and I felt, too, that Gabord would not betray me. In any case, Gabord and I could fight it out. If he opposed me, it was his life or mine, for too much was at stake, and all my plans were now changed by his astounding news. At that moment Voban entered the room without knocking. Here was my cue, and so, to prevent explanations, I crept quickly down, opened the door, came in on them.
They wheeled at my footsteps; the woman gave a little cry, and Gabord’s hand went to his pistol. There was a wild sort of look in his face, as though he could not trust his eyes. I took no notice of the menacing pistol, but went straight to him and held out my hand.
“Gabord,” said I, “you are not my jailer now.”
“I’ll be your guard to citadel,” said he, after a moment’s dumb surprise, refusing my outstretched hand.
“Neither guard nor jailer any more, Gabord,” said I seriously. “We’ve had enough of that, my friend.”