I kept silence, for I felt that I had been guilty of a folly; then he added in a tone of affected gaiety—
“Come, let us hurry to the camp to reassure your wife.”
This proposal was what I most ardently desired; we started at once. The negro knew the way, and took the lead; Rask followed us.
Here D’Auverney stopped suddenly, and cast a gloomy look around him; perspiration in large beads covered his forehead; he concealed his face with his hands. Rask looked at him with an air of uneasiness.
“Yes, you may well look at me like that,” murmured he.
An instant afterwards he rose from his seat in a state of violent agitation, and, followed by the sergeant and the dog, rushed hurriedly from the tent.
CHAPTER LIV.
“I will lay a bet,” said Henri, “that we are nearing the end of the drama; and I should really feel sorry if anything happened to Bug-Jargal, for he was really a famous fellow.”
Paschal removed from his lips the mouth of his wicker-covered flask, and said—