Caillette and Bobichel ran to Gudel. La Roulante knelt at his side, and uttered shriek after shriek. Robeccal did not appear.
The peasants gathered around the injured man. They thought him dead.
Fanfar drew Caillette away, and then leaned over his friend.
La Roulante pushed him aside.
"Don't interfere," she said, "he is my husband."
Fanfar looked her in the face, and continued his examination. He opened Gudel's vest and shirt, and laid his hand on his heart. There was a moment of silence.
"He is living," said Fanfar.
Caillette uttered a little cry, and would have fallen had not a hand caught her. She turned, and saw it was Irène.
"Will you give these salts to Monsieur Fanfar?" said Irène.