"Here at last!" cried the doctor, "God be thanked!"
And Frantz Materne added:
"If it were not for you, Mother Lefevre, you may be sure that not one of us would quit the plateau tonight; but for you—"
At this moment, a tall gaunt fellow, passed at full speed, shrieking as he ran:
"They are upon us! Every one for himself."
Hullin grew pale.
"It is the miller of Harberg," he muttered, grinding his teeth. "Traitor!"
Frantz said nothing, but brought his rifle to his shoulder, aimed and fired.
Louise saw the coward fling his arms in the air and fall face downward on the snow.
Frantz, with a strange smile, reloaded his piece.