I felt this, and, bowing, said gravely: "There is no danger now, mademoiselle. I doubt if our friends will return; but I fear it is far to any refuge to-night."
My words had effect. She was brave enough, and she answered:
"We are not far from the Mable, monsieur!"
"From the Mable! Then Marçay is behind?"
"About six miles."
"Ah! I thought we had overridden ourselves. And Richelieu is at hand?"
"'Tis but a bare league."
"Then in two hours at most we will be there. You will, of course, ride my horse, and Pierrebon and I will share the other."
"Thank you!" she said simply. And then with an effort, as she pointed before her: "Monsieur, there is a man lying there who gave up his life for me. I cannot leave him thus."
And Pierrebon answered: "There are two, lady. I have covered them with their cloaks, for they are both dead."