"Tied into the boat."
"The one hanging at the foot of the cliff?"
"Yes."
Don Luis struck his forehead with his hand:
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! . . . Don't mind: I'm speaking of myself. Yes, I ought to have guessed that! Why, All's Well was sleeping under the boat, peacefully, like a good dog sleeping beside his master! Why, when we sent All's Well on François' trail, he led Stéphane straight to the boat. It's true enough, there are times when the cleverest of us behave like simpletons! But you, Vorski, did you know that there was a way down there and a boat?"
"I knew it since yesterday."
"And, you artful dog, you intended to skedaddle in her?"
"Yes."
"Well, Vorski, you shall skedaddle in her, with Otto. I'll leave her for you. Stéphane!"
But Stéphane Maroux was already running towards the cliff, escorted by All's Well.