Holding their horses, and hidden among the trees, they watched the men come to the spot where they had been a moment or two before. Here they stopped, looked round on every side and listened.
"They are looking for us," Seth whispered. "It may be the lady cannot come and has sent them to tell us so."
"Four of them!" Barrington said.
He did not move. These men were not lackeys, they were gentlemen. Barrington wondered whether they had chosen this secluded spot to settle some private quarrel of last night's making.
"Scented danger and gone," said one.
Another shook his head and stared into the depths of the wood before him with such a keen pair of eyes that Barrington believed he must be seen.
"Not a man to run from danger," he said, "unless mademoiselle were strangely deceived."
The remark decided Barrington's course of action. He stepped forward followed by Seth, who tied up the horses again and then took up a position behind his master.
"Are you seeking me, gentlemen?"
"If your name be Monsieur Barrington," the man with the keen eyes answered.