Menard shook his head. “No; nothing.”
“And the Indian,––he says that he will come back?”
“Yes. I don’t know what he means. It doesn’t matter.”
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
They were silent for a moment. The 178 maid leaned forward. “What was that, M’sieu?”
“Loungers, on the path.”
“No, they are coming here.”
Menard rose, but she stepped to the door. “Let me go, M’sieu. Ah, I see them. It is my little friends.” She went out, and they could hear her laughing with the two children, and trying to coax them toward the door.
“Danton will never get away,” said the Captain, in a low tone to the priest.
“I fear not, M’sieu.”