“Why, your clothes——” I began.
He waved his finger before my face.
“Ah,” he remarked. “There’s where you are jumping at conclusions. It’s a lesson you’ll have to learn, and you might as well begin now—you should never judge a man by his clothes.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Why did you do this?” I demanded finally.
“To save your life—and mine,” he answered blandly. “There were too many of them in the woods.”
“Don’t you realize that this will be the end of me?”
“No,” he replied, “it’s only the beginning.”
“Where will they take me?” I asked.
“Down the valley of the Loire. Keep your ears and eyes open,” he said with all seriousness.