CHAPTER LII.
"WILL JANE ZELD LIVE?"
Goutran had not seen the face of the burthen borne by Esperance, who had uttered no name, and whose movements had been so rapid that Goutran had some difficulty in overtaking him.
Where did Esperance propose to go? He had not asked himself this question. Goutran ran after him.
"Where are you carrying that dead body?" he shouted.
Esperance stopped short. "Was she dead?" he asked himself. "No, no," he cried, "she lives—she breathes! She must not die!"
"Do you know this woman?" asked Goutran. Suddenly he started back.
Jane was still wrapped in the oriental stuff. He remembered the material.
"Good heavens!" he cried, "what does this mean? It is Jane!"