“Don't go in front of the vent-hole!” shouted his daughter. “There are Prussians in the cellar!”
Suddenly the man's tall figure could be seen to the left, standing between two tree trunks.
“Prussians in the cellar?” he asked anxiously. “What are they doing?”
The young woman laughed.
“They are the same as were here yesterday. They lost their way, and I've given them free lodgings in the cellar.”
She told the story of how she had alarmed them by firing the revolver, and had shut them up in the cellar.
The man, still serious, asked:
“But what am I to do with them at this time of night?”
“Go and fetch Monsieur Lavigne with his men,” she replied. “He'll take them prisoners. He'll be delighted.”
Her father smiled.