“I am quite of your opinion, captain,” rejoined Hugues. “I don't like the thought of a halter. On the understanding, then, that I am to be spared——”
“Recollect what the consequences will be,” interrupted Madelon.
“Avoid the rope, if you are wise,” said Warthy.
“I mean to do so, captain,” replied Hugues. “His highness the Constable and his companion have taken refuge in the mill.”
“Miserable craven!” exclaimed Madelon, scornfully. “Hanging is too good for you.”
“If you have misinformed me, you know the fate that awaits you,” said Warthy to Hugues. “To the mill!”
Just as he was about to quit the house, a sudden glare filled the room, rendering every object as visible as it would have been in broad day. No doubt could exist as to the cause of this illumination.
“Gracious Heavens! the mill is on fire!” exclaimed Benoit.
The shouts of the men-at-arms outside confirmed the truth of the ejaculation, and the guard stationed at the door vociferated, “The mill is on fire, captain!”
“Take care no one escapes from it,” roared Warthy, in reply.