An instant Tignonville looked sharply before him. "How far ahead are
they?" he asked. His tone, hard and matter-of-fact, was little in
harmony with the other's enthusiasm.
"They are resting a league before you, at the ferry. You are in pursuit
of them?"
"Yes."
"Not alone?"
"No." The young man's look as he spoke was grim. "I have five behind
me--of your kidney, M. la Tribe. They are from the Arsenal. They have
lost one his wife, and one his son. The three others--"
"Yes?"
"Sweethearts," Tignonville answered dryly. And he cast a singular look
at the minister.
But La Tribe's mind was so full of one matter, he could think only of
that.
"How did you hear of the letters?" he asked.
"The letters?"
"Yes."
"I do not know what you mean."
La Tribe stared. "Then why are you following him?" he asked.
"Why?" Tignonville echoed, a look of hate darkening his face. "Do you
ask why we follow--" But on the name he seemed to choke and was silent.
By this time his men had come up, and one answered for him.
"Why are we following Hannibal de Tavannes?" he said sternly. "To do to
him as he has done to us! To rob him as he has robbed us--of more than
gold! To kill him as he has killed ours, foully and by surprise! In his
bed if we can! In the arms of his wife if God wills it!"
The speaker's face was haggard from brooding and lack of sleep, but his
eyes glowed and burned, as his fellows growled assent.
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