"To Auch--yes," he answered bluntly. "But we are not going to Auch."
"Whither then?" I said angrily.
"You will see presently," he replied, with an ugly smile.
"Yes, but I will know now!" I retorted, passion getting the better of me. "I have come so far with you. You will find it more easy to take me farther, if you tell me your plans."
"You are a fool!" he cried, with a snarl.
"Not so," I answered. "I ask only to know whither I am going."
"Into Spain," he said. "Will that satisfy you?"
"And what will you do with me there?" I asked, my heart giving a great bound.
"Hand you over to some friends of ours," he answered curtly, "if you behave yourself. If not, there is a shorter way, and one that will save us some travelling. Make up your mind. Monsieur. Which shall it be?"