"Bah!—you all saw him."
"Where?"
"On the road."
"We didn't."
"You did. He was the Zouave who fled to the woods first."
"He?"
"Yes."
"Diavolo!"
These words were exchanged between them as they looked at the fighting. But suddenly there came rapid flashes and rolling volleys beyond the fires that lay before them, and the movement of the flashes showed that a rush had been made toward the lake. Wild yells arose, then fierce returning fires, and these showed that the brigands were being driven back.
The guards could endure this no longer.