'Stand, monsieur!' cried one, in French, but with a guttural accent; 'was it you who hallooed?'
'Yes, my friend,' said I, breathlessly.
'For what purpose, fellow?'
I paused.
'Answer—I am General Goltz, of the Imperial army.'
'To stop you.'
'To stop us?' reiterated another, haughtily; 'here is an enterprising Gascon for you, gentlemen!'
'A Scot, as you may find to your cost, sirs,' said I, menacing them with my drawn sword. 'Is the Count de Bitche among you?'
'No,' replied one, laughing; 'the Count has more pleasant matters in hand than accompanying us. But what seek you here?'
'A companion I have lost—a young lady attired in a religious habit—'