"I saw him! I saw him!"
"So did I! He ran up the stairs."
"No, there he is, he's coming down again!"
A mad steeplechase shook every floor in the house. Farmer Goussot, on reaching the end of the passage, caught sight of a man standing by the front door trying to open it. If he succeeded, it meant safety, escape through the market square and the back lanes of the village.
Interrupted as he was fumbling at the bolts, the man turning stupid, lost his head, charged at old Goussot and sent him spinning, dodged the eldest brother and, pursued by the four sons, doubled back down the long passage, ran into the old couple's bedroom, flung his legs through the broken window and disappeared.
The sons rushed after him across the lawns and orchards, now darkened by the falling night.
"The villain's done for," chuckled old Goussot. "There's no way out for him. The walls are too high. He's done for, the scoundrel!"
The two farm-hands returned, at that moment, from the village; and he told them what had happened and gave each of them a gun:
"If the swine shows his nose anywhere near the house," he said, "let fly at him. Give him no mercy!"
He told them where to stand, went to make sure that the farm-gates, which were only used for the carts, were locked, and, not till then, remembered that his wife might perhaps be in need of aid: