"But about the women and children?" asked Michel.
"They must be hidden in the farm-houses up the mountains. The wounded are protected by the code of war. Courage, then, and shout with me Vive la France!"
These words aroused immense enthusiasm for a few minutes.
Simon felt a hand on his; it was Françoise, with her little girl in her arms, and Jacques at her side.
"We shall not leave you, Simon," said his wife. "But I wish to speak to you a moment."
Simon looked at her in surprise. Then turning to Michel, "You will complete the arrangements. Jacques will show you where the arms are stored."
"Rely on us, Simon!" shouted the peasants. "We will do our duty!"