“Bravely answered!” exclaimed Hugues. “My father-in-law that is to be is a true man. But I am afraid his courage will be severely tried anon.”
“Are you going to open the door, rascal, or must I break it down?” roared Warthy. “I have been trifled with long enough.”
“Have a moment's patience and I will let you in,” returned Benoit.
“Be speedy, then,” said Warthy. “Surround the house,” he added to his men, “and see that no one gets out at the back.”
The trampling of horses, accompanied by the clanking of arms, proved that this order was promptly obeyed.
“Bourbon's only chance is gone,” ejaculated Hugues.
As the exclamation was made, the miller, followed by Bourbon and Pomperant, both with their swords drawn, descended to the room. Madelon came down quickly after them.
“Pass out at this window, monseigneur,” said Benoit, in a low voice to the Constable, moving towards the back of the room. “You may gain the wood at the foot of the hill.”
“Have a care,” whispered Hugues. “The house is surrounded by soldiers.”
“Open the window at once,” said Bourbon. “I will cut my way through them.”