"Marc! What news?"
"Have you warned Materne, Jerome, Labarbe?"
"Yes, all."
"It is none too soon; the enemy are advancing."
"Advancing?"
"Yes; along their whole line. I have come fifteen leagues since morning to give you warning."
"Good. We must make the signal: a fire upon Falkenstein."
Hullin's face was pale, but his eyes flashed. He again put on his shoes, and two minutes after, with his cloak upon his shoulders and his staff firmly clinched in his hand, he opened the door softly, and with long steps followed Marc-Dives along the path to Falkenstein.
Chapter VII.
From midnight until six o'clock in the morning a flame shone through the darkness from the summit of Falkenstein.