He drew back, tried to release himself.
But some one stepped from the clump of trees against which he was brushing; and a voice said; "Ssh!... Not a word!..."
He recognized his wife, Angélique:
"What's the matter?" he asked.
She whispered, so low that he could hardly catch the words:
"They are lying in wait for you ... they are in there, in the ruins, with their guns...."
"Who?"
"Keep quiet.... Listen...."
They stood for a moment without stirring; then she said:
"They are not moving.... Perhaps they never heard me.... Let's go back...."