“Your leather has gone too.”

“Two stirrup leathers in five minutes?  It is not possible.”

“It is not possible that it should be chance,” said the American gravely, swinging himself off his horse.  “Why, what is this?  My other leather is cut, and hangs only by a thread.”

“And so does mine.  I can feel it when I pass my hand along.  Have you a tinder-box?  Let us strike a light.”

“No, no; the man who is in the dark is in safety.  I let the other folk strike lights.  We can see all that is needful to us.”

“My rein is cut also.”

“And so is mine.”

“And the girth of my saddle.”

“It is a wonder that we came so far with whole bones.  Now, who has played us this little trick?”

“Who could it be but that rogue Jacques!  He has had the horses in his charge.  By my faith, he shall know what the strappado means when I see Versailles again.”

“But why should he do it?”

“Ah, he has been set on to it.  He has been a tool in the hands of those who wished to hinder our journey.”

“Very like.  But they must have had some reason behind.  They knew well that to cut our straps would not prevent us from reaching Paris, since we could ride bareback, or, for that matter, could run it if need be.”

“They hoped to break our necks.”

“One neck they might break, but scarce those of two, since the fate of the one would warn the other.”

“Well, then, what do you think that they meant?” cried De Catinat impatiently.  “For heaven’s sake, let us come to some conclusion, for every minute is of importance.”

But the other was not to be hurried out of his cool, methodical fashion of speech and of thought.

“They could not have thought to stop us,” said he.

“What did they mean, then?  They could only have meant to delay us.  And why should they wish to delay us?  What could it matter to them if we gave our message an hour or two sooner or an hour or two later?  It could not matter.”

“For heaven’s sake—­” broke in De Catinat impetuously.

But Amos Green went on hammering the matter slowly out.

“Why should they wish to delay us, then?  There’s only one reason that I can see.  In order to give other folk time to get in front of us and stop us.  That is it, captain.  I’d lay you a beaver-skin to a rabbit-pelt that I’m on the track.  There’s been a party of a dozen horsemen along this ground since the dew began to fall.  If they were delayed, they would have time to form their plans before we came.”

“By my faith, you may be right,” said De Catinat thoughtfully.  “What would you propose?”

“That we ride back, and go by some less direct way.”

“It is impossible.  We should have to ride back to Meudon cross-roads, and then it would add ten miles to our journey.”

“It is better to get there an hour later than not to get there at all.”