But the young men did not take up this train of thought. For them Dorothy was the very spirit of happiness. And happiness was going away.
Raoul looked at his watch and beckoned to them to come with him. He led them to the highest point of the Hillocks.
On the horizon, on a white road which ran upwards among the meadows, the caravan was moving. Three boys walked beside One-eyed Magpie. Saint-Quentin was leading him.
Behind, all alone, Dorothy—Princess of Argonne and rope-dancer.