"Where is Robeccal?"
"I don't know—he went away three hours ago."
"Where was he going?"
"I don't know—I was too sleepy to ask."
Gudel questioned Caillette again. "Had La Roulante distinctly spoken of papers?"
It was only too clear that there had been spies in their camp.
"Fanfar," said Gudel, "when one accepts a mission like ours his life no longer belongs to himself. We must fly, and at once!"
"But how?"
"We will take the horses that belong to the chariot."