So we were left together, this murderous renegade and I—­he sitting at the end of the bed, sharpening his knife upon his boot in the light of the single smoky little oil-lamp.  As to me, I only wonder now, as I look back upon it, that I did not go mad with vexation and self-reproach as I lay helplessly upon the couch, unable to utter a word or move a finger, with the knowledge that my fifty gallant lads were so close to me, and yet with no means of letting them know the straits to which I was reduced.  It was no new thing for me to be a prisoner; but to be taken by these renegades, and to be led into their Abbey in the midst of their jeers, befooled and out-witted by their insolent leaders—­that was indeed more than I could endure.  The knife of the butcher beside me would cut less deeply than that.

I twitched softly at my wrists, and then at my ankles, but whichever of the two had secured me was no bungler at his work.  I could not move either of them an inch.  Then I tried to work the handkerchief down over my mouth, but the ruffian beside me raised his knife with such a threatening snarl that I had to desist.  I was lying still looking at his bull neck, and wondering whether it would ever be my good fortune to fit it for a cravat, when I heard returning steps coming down the inn passage and up the stair.  What word would the villain bring back?  If he found it impossible to kidnap me, he would probably murder me where I lay.  For my own part, I was indifferent which it might be, and I looked at the doorway with the contempt and defiance which I longed to put into words.  But you can imagine my feelings, my dear friends, when, instead of the tall figure and dark, sneering face of the Capuchin, my eyes fell upon the grey pelisse and huge moustaches of my good little sub-officer, Papilette!

The French soldier of those days had seen too much to be ever taken by surprise.  His eyes had hardly rested upon my bound figure and the sinister face beside me before he had seen how the matter lay.

‘Sacred name of a dog!’ he growled, and out flashed his great sabre.  Chenier sprang forward at him with his knife, and then, thinking better of it, he darted back and stabbed frantically at my heart.  For my own part, I had hurled myself off the bed on the side opposite to him, and the blade grazed my side before ripping its way through blanket and sheet.  An instant later I heard the thud of a heavy fall, and then almost simultaneously a second object struck the floor—­something lighter but harder, which rolled under the bed.  I will not horrify you with details, my friends.  Suffice it that Papilette was one of the strongest swordsmen in the regiment, and that his sabre was heavy and sharp.  It left a red blotch upon my wrists and my ankles, as it cut the thongs which bound me.

When I had thrown off my gag, the first use which I made of my lips was to kiss the sergeant’s scarred cheeks.  The next was to ask him if all was well with the command.  Yes, they had had no alarms.  Oudin had just relieved him, and he had come to report.  Had he seen the Abbot?  No, he had seen nothing of him.  Then we must form a cordon and prevent his escape.  I was hurrying out to give the orders, when I heard a slow and measured step enter the door below, and come creaking up the stairs.