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He had counted upontowns, for the journey was over-long to be accoht chance to lie, there I should have to reckon with his assassins The nearer Toulouse--although I knew not this--the thicker grew er Into the very thick of it I rode; in the very thick of it I lay, and all that came of it was that I obtained possession of one ainst my murderous Chevalier But I outrun e horses at Grenade, and so push on and reach Toulouse that very night or in the early hours of the followingAt Grenade, however, there were no horses to be obtained, at least not reater portion of my company behind, I set out, escorted only by Gilles and Antoine Night had fallen long before we reached Lespinasse, and with it carew to the violence of a hurricane, and brought with it such a deluge of cold, cutting rain as never had it been h From Lespinasse to Fenouillet the road dips frequently, and wherever this occurred it see in a torrent, our horses fetlock-deep in rowled openly, and went the length of begging h the ill-paved, flooded streets of Fenouillet, to go no farther But I was ada sodden about h I was, I setteeth, and swore that we should not sleep until we reached Toulouse

"My God," he groaned, "and we but halfway!"

"Forward!" was all I answered; and so as ht chimed we left Fenouillet behind us, and dashed on into the open country and the full fury of the te horses, whining and cursing by turns, and forgetting in their misery the respect that they were accustouided me Had I halted at Fenouillet, as they would have had me do, it is odds that this chronicle would never have been penned, for likely enough I had had ht nac, and so badly did it founder that it ht not be ridden farther