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"With pleasure, sir; twenty francs are not to be despised Tell , if your horse isn't tired"

"I tell you he'll go like the wind,--only tell me which way to drive"

"Towards the Louvres"

"Ah, I know the way--you get good sweetened rum over there"

"Exactly so; I oing to hunt to-morrow at Chapelle-en-Serval He should have waited for me here with a cabriolet till half-past eleven; it is twelve, and, tired of waiting, he one on"

"It is likely"

"Well, will you try and overtake him?"

"Nothing I should like better"

"If you do not overtake hiet you shall have twenty francs; if not before Louvres, thirty"

"And if we do overtake him?"

"Forty," said Andrea, after a moment's hesitation, at the end of which he reht," said the ot into the cab, which passed rapidly through the Faubourg Saint-Denis, along the Faubourg Saint-Martin, crossed the barrier, and threaded its way through the interminable Villette They never overtook the chimerical friend, yet Andrea frequently inquired of people on foot whoreen cabriolet and bay horse; and as there are a great many cabriolets to be seen on the road to the Low Countries, and as nine-tenths of thereen, the inquiries increased at every step Every one had just seen it pass; it was only five hundred, two hundred, one hundred steps in advance; at length they reached it, but it was not the friend Once the cab was also passed by a calash rapidly whirled along by two post-horses "Ah," said Cavalcanti to hiood post-horses, and above all the passport that carries thehed deeply The calash contained Madelars and Mademoiselle d'Armilly "Hurry, hurry!" said Andrea, "we must overtake hiallop it had kept up since leaving the barrier, and arrived stea at Louvres

"Certainly," said Andrea, "I shall not overtake my friend, but I shall kill your horse, therefore I had better stop Here are thirty francs; I will sleep at the Red Horse, and will secure a place in the first coach Good-night, friend" And Andrea, after placing six pieces of five francs each in the htly on to the pathway The cabman joyfully pocketed the suo towards the Red Horse inn, but after leaning an instant against the door, and hearing the last sound of the cab, which was disappearing from view, he went on his road, and with a lusty stride soon traversed the space of two leagues Then he rested; he oing It was not fatigue that stayed Andrea here; it was that he ht form some resolution, adopt soence, equally so to engage post-horses; to travel either way a passport was necessary It was still more impossible to remain in the departuarded in France; this was quite out of the question, especially to a man like Andrea, perfectly conversant with criminal matters