They traversed two leagues in three hours, which brought the adventurous band to the banks of the Rupel, along which a stony road ran; but here danger succeeded to difficulty, and two or three horses lost their footing on the slimy stones, and rolled with their riders into the still rapid waters of the river.  More than once also, from some boat on the opposite bank, shots were fired, and one man was killed at Diana’s side.  She manifested regret for the man, but no fear for herself.  Henri, in these different circumstances, showed himself to be a worthy captain and true friend; he rode first, telling all the men to follow in his steps, trusting less to his own sagacity than to that of the horse his brother had given him.  Three leagues from Rupelmonde the gendarmes came upon six French soldiers sitting by a turf fire; the unfortunates were cooking some horse-flesh, the only food they had had for two days.  The approach of the gendarmes caused great trouble among the guests at this sad feast; two or three rose to fly, but the others stopped them, saying, “If they are enemies they can but kill us, and all will be over.”

“France!  France!” cried Henri.

On recognizing their countrymen they ran to them, and were given cloaks to wrap round them and something to drink, and were allowed to mount en croup behind the valets, and in this manner they accompanied the detachment.  Half a league further on they met four men of the 4th Light Horse, with, however, only one horse between them; they were also welcomed.  At last they arrived on the banks of the Scheldt; the night was dark, and the gendarmes found two men who were trying, in bad Flemish, to obtain from a boatman a passage to the other side, which he refused.  The ensign, who understood Dutch, advanced softly, and heard the boatman say, “You are French, and shall die here; you shall not cross.”

“It is you who shall die, if you do not take us over at once,” replied one of the men, drawing his dagger.

“Keep firm, monsieur,” cried the ensign, “we will come to your aid.”

But as the two men turned at these words, the boatman loosened the rope, and pushed rapidly from the shore.  One of the gendarmes, however, knowing how useful this boat would be, went into the stream on his horse and fired at the boatman, who fell.  The boat was left without a guide, but the current brought it back again toward the bank.  The two strangers seized it at once and got in.  This astonished the ensign.

“Gentlemen,” said he, “who are you, if you please?”

“Gentlemen, we are marine officers, and you are gendarmes of Aunis, apparently.”

“Yes, gentlemen, and very happy to have served you; will you not accompany us?”

“Willingly.”

“Get into the wagons, then, if you are too tired to ride.”

“May we ask where are you going?” said one.

“Monsieur, our orders are to push on to Rupelmonde.”