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oes this 'hum' mean?" demanded Roland. "Confound it." "Come, explain yourselves. What's the matter?" "The matter is that we'd rather that it was the other end of the forest." "But why the other end?" retorted Roland, impatiently; "it's nine miles from here to the other end, and barely three from here to where we left the boar." "Yes," said the first peasant, "but just where the boar lies--" And he paused and scratched his head. "Exactly; that's what," added the other. "Just what?" "It's a little too near the Chartreuse." "Not the Chartreuse; I said the pavilion." "It's all the same. You know, Monsieur Louis, that there is an underground passage leading from the pavilion to the Chartreuse." "Oh, yes, there is one, that's sure," added the other. "But," exclaimed Roland, "what has this underground passage got to do with our boar?" "This much, that the beast's in a bad place, that's all." "Oh, yes! a bad place," repeated the other peasant. "Come, now, explain yourselves, you rascals," said Roland, who was growing angry, while his mother seemed uneasy, and Amelie visibly turned pale. "Beg pardon, Monsieur Louis," answered the peasant; "we are not rascals; we're God-fearing men, that's all." "By thunder," cried Roland, "I'm a God-fearing man myself. What of that?" "Well, we don't care to have any dealings with the devil." "No, no, no," asserted the second peasant. "A man can match a man if he's of his own kind," continued the first peasant. "Sometimes two," said the second, who was built like a Hercules. "But with ghostly beings phantoms, spectres--no thank you," continued the first peasant. "No, thank you," repeated the other. "Oh, mother, sister," queried Roland, addressing the two women, "in Heaven's name, do you understand anything of what these two fools are saying?" "Fools," repeated the first peasant; "well, possibly. But it's not the less true that Pierre Marey had his neck twisted just for looking over the wall. True, it was of a Saturday--the devil's sabbath." "And they couldn't straighten it out," affirmed the second peasant, "so they had to bury him with his face turned round looking the other way. "Oh!" exclaimed Sir John, "this is growing interesting. I'm very fond of ghost stories." "That's more than sister Amelie is it seems," cried Edouard. "What do you mean?" "Just see how pale she's grown, brother Roland." "Yes, indeed," said Sir John
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