Then taking a spade from the corner,
"I am going to work in the garden," said be, gently.
And then he went out, looking very sorrowful.
CHAPTER II.
Things seemed to be taking quite a dramatic turn, and I made up my mind to try hard and unravel the plot.
I followed Pierre, and having secured myself in a convenient hiding-place, determined to watch.
He walked quietly on, but soon stopped at a little vegetable garden, quite at the end of the village. At first he pretended to set to work vigorously, but his eyes kept wandering to a little rose-covered cottage within a stone's-throw of the garden. He soon left off working, and leaning listlessly on his spade, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on one of the windows, which was almost covered with the luxuriant growth of roses and honeysuckle.
As the wind played fitfully with the curtain of green which darkened the window, I fancied I recognized the shadow of a woman.
Immovable as a statue, Pierre Prévost remained where he was, and though night drew on, he did not leave his post till the heavens were bright with myriads of stars; and then swinging his spade over his shoulder, he began to retrace his steps to the village.