"To the Château de Morancourt, of course," drawled Chase.
"What makes you think so?"
"Take it from me, that, while he didn't say very much, Don's tale impressed him a whole lot—enough, I'll wager, to make him 'weigh curiosity against danger and decide on the former.'"
"That may be a pretty good guess," agreed Don.
The three idly watched the Frenchman until he had disappeared, and then, refreshed by their rest, began walking at a lively pace along the road.
The outskirts of the ruined village were soon reached and passed.
From the summit of a rather high hill they stopped to gaze upon an extensive panorama of the surrounding country. The object which excited their greatest interest was the upper portion of the wrecked tower of the ancient château, which rose, a somber, grim patch, just above an irregular line of shadowy and mysterious-looking trees.
"How fine it is!" exclaimed Don, enthusiastically.
"The only thing it lacks is a few spectral lights," declared Chase.
"And I have no doubt if we waited here long enough they'd appear," returned Dunstan.