"Yes," cried tall Toubac, "the fiend Yegof."
"But," said Hullin, "it seems to me that three or four stout men might carry one of those posts."
"No; they are supported by each other; and the first shot fired would bring a regiment upon us," replied Brenn. "Besides, if we got through, how could we return with provisions? It is impossible!"
There were a few moments of silence.
"Nevertheless," said Toubac, "if Hullin wishes it, we will try all the same."
"Try what?" cried Brenn. "To lose our lives trying to escape, and leave the others in the toils? But it is all the same to me; if the others go, I will. But as for talking about returning with provisions, I say it is impossible. Which path will you take going, and which returning? Promises will not do here; we must act up to them. If you know a way, tell us. For twenty years I have beaten the mountain with Marc. I know every path and pass for ten leagues around; but I see none open now except through the air."
Hullin turned, and saw Mother Lefevre a few paces away, listening attentively.
"You here, Catherine!" he exclaimed. "Our affairs wear an ugly look."
"Yes; I understand. There is no way of getting a supply of provisions."