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"I mean, Madame--But there they are! Good Carlat! Brave Carlat! He has

done well!"

"Carlat?"

"Ay, there they are! And you are mistress in your own land! At last you

are mistress, and you have me to thank for it! See!" And heedless in

his exultation whether Badelon understood or not, he pointed to a place

before thereen

shoulder of one of these, a dozen bright points caught and reflected the

last evening light; while as he spoke a an to ns to persons below A pennon, too,

showed an instant over the shoulder, fluttered, and was gone

Badelon looked as they looked The next instant he uttered a low oath,

and dragged his horse across the front of the party

"Pierre!" he cried to the man on his left, "ride for your life! To my

lord, and tell him we are ambushed!" And as the trained soldier wheeled

about and spurred away, the sacker of Rononville "If this be your work," he hissed, "we shall thank you for

it in hell! For it is where ht! They are

Montsoreau's spears, and they have those with them are worse to deal with

than the off all