“A gold crown,” replied Pomperant, without hesitation.
“That's not enough,” said the ferryman. “I ought to have ten gold crowns at the least.”
“Well, you shall have them—but be quick,” said Pomperant.
“A moment, and I'll be with you,” said the ferryman, running towards the inn.
“We are discovered!” cried Bourbon. “The villain has gone for assistance. Ha! what is that?” he added, as the trampling of horses was heard.
As he looked anxiously in the direction, Warthy and his men came in sight.
“Our pursuers are at hand!” exclaimed Pomperant. “Jump into the boat at once.”
In another moment all three had embarked.
The boat was large, heavy, and flat-bottomed, built to transport horses and cattle, as well as passengers, across the river. A minute or so elapsed before Hugues could unchain it, and the delay was sufficient to bring Warthy near enough to distinguish the fugitives, and at once comprehending their designs, he redoubled his speed.
“'Tis Bourbon! I see him!” he vociferated.