"No."
"Then shut up."
"But—"
"One word more, Alexandre, and I'll set you down beside the road. Then you can make as many arrests as you please."
Mazeroux did not breathe another word. For that matter the speed at which they at once began to go hardly left him time to raise a protest. Not a little anxious, he thought only of watching the horizon and keeping a lookout for obstacles.
The trees vanished on either side almost unseen. Their foliage overhead made a rhythmical sound as of moaning waves. Night insects dashed themselves to death against the lamps.
"We shall get there right enough," Mazeroux ventured to observe. "There's no need to put on the pace."
The speed increased and he said no more.
Villages, plains, hills; and then, suddenly in the midst of the darkness, the lights of a large town, Le Mans.
"Do you know the way to the station, Alexandre?"