"Oh! you said just now that this shed was a little—what d'you call it?—a pretty little bouloir, with me."
"Oh! there's a great difference between just now and now. A place ceases to be agreeable, Goton, when you are compelled to stay in it. But it's broad daylight; if that window wasn't so small, we could get out through it."
"Oh! you can't do that."
"Ah! I have an idea! We must make the best of it. Bring that stone here, Goton; stand on it with me, so that our heads will be near the window, and then shout as I do."
"What will I shout?"
Dubourg put his face to the round hole over the door, and began to cry at the top of his voice:
"Help! thieves! stop the carriage! thieves!"
"Where's the thieves?" whispered Goton.
"Will you do what I tell you to?" repeated Dubourg.