"It was a good idea of mine," he said, rubbing his chest, "to use this portfolio as a breastplate. And now, Margotte, carry me to Fribourg without further adventures!"
As Margotte obeyed the spur, her master heard the gallop of another horse dying away in the distance.
"Strange!" he said. "I could not see his face, but it seemed to me that I knew his voice when he cried out!"
CHAPTER V.
WHAT PIERRE KNEW.
The Place Notre Dame at Fribourg was crowded with citizens and soldiers. The citizens wore troubled, and talked together in low voices, while the soldiers were noisy and abusive against France.
The colossal spire of the Cathedral threw its shadow over this scene.
Sovereigns and diplomats, ready for an invasion of France, had left Frankfort for Fribourg, there to complete their plans of vengeance and hate.