“For half an hour, nothing was done, and then one, who was evidently in authority over the others, left the troop and came up to the carriage.

“‘Monsieur le Baron,’ he said, ’the orders of my chief are that you are to be placed in the carriage, with your daughter and her maid.  If you will give your word of honour that you will not attempt to escape, or to give the alarm as you go along, or to address a word to anyone whom we may encounter, your arms will be freed, and you will be treated with all respect.  If, on the contrary, you decline to give this promise, my instructions are that your feet as well as your hands are to be tied, and that you are to be gagged and placed in the bottom of the carriage.  You are also to answer for your daughter and her maid; that they, too, neither by word nor gesture, shall attempt to attract the attention of anyone in the villages that we may pass through.”

“It was a hard condition, but I had no choice.  The idea that I should suffer the indignity of being bound and gagged, like a common malefactor, made my blood boil.  I should, in that case, no more be able to give the alarm than if I had been free; therefore I gave the promise, for at least it would be a comfort, to Anne, that I should be with her and able to talk to her.

“We stopped two nights on the road, being lodged at solitary houses on the way.  A guard was placed at my chamber door, and another at my window, and even had I not given my word I could not have escaped.

“And now, Monsieur Kennedy, what do you propose?”

“I think, sir, that it would be best that you should start at once, in the carriage, for Pointdexter.  Monsieur Philip’s intendant and his men will ride as your escort, but I do not think that there is the slightest probability of your being interfered with; for now that the vicomte is dead, these men—­who were not, I think, his retainers, but a band of robbers whom he had hired for the occasion—­will have no further motive for attacking you.

“I myself shall return to Aubusson, send back the horse on which I rode there, hire another, and make straight for Moulins, where I still hope that I may find Monsieur de la Vallee alive.

“Did you see the vicomte, after you were attacked?”

“No.  I heard one of the men tell the fellows who were guarding us that your stroke had cut off one of his ears, and laid his cheek bare from the eye to the chin.  I fancy that he was too badly hurt to come to us, but in any case he would not have cared to show himself, in so terrible a plight.”

“We must admit that, with all his faults, he was brave,” Desmond said; “for, in spite of his pain and weakness, and of the fact that his head was enveloped in bandages, he sprang from his litter, leapt into one of the saddles we had emptied, and, single handed, made for me, until my man cut his career short with a bullet.

“As you go through Croc, it might be well that you should send one of the villagers off to his castle, to tell them that their master is lying dead here, when doubtless they will send out a party to fetch in his body.”