"No—for two sous, that's it!"
A motor-car was indeed coming slowly and noiselessly along rue Raffet: it was a sumptuous car!
"And if it is not he?"
"Stick him up against the bank ... dark as it is, there's every chance he won't be seen."
Rapidly, the doughty two stuck Jules against the bank at the side of the road: the unfortunate creature had fainted. Then they took out their cigarettes, and going a few steps away, they pretended to be sheltering themselves in order to strike a light.
They need not have taken this precaution.
The car stopped in front of them. The familiar voice of Mimile was heard:
"Got the rabbit then?"
"Yes, old 'un!"
"Pitch it into the balloon then!"