montese guards.

But they reckoned without their host.

They had spoken loud enough to be overheard by Balstain, the innkeeper,
who had learned, during the day, of the magnificent reward which had
been promised to Lacheneur's captor.

When he heard the name of the guest who was sleeping quietly under his
roof, a thirst for gold seized him. He whispered a word to his wife,
then escaped through the window to run and summon the gendarmes.

He had been gone half an hour before the peasants left the house; for
to muster up courage for the act they were about to commit they had been
obliged to drink heavily.

They closed the door so violently on going out that Lacheneur was
awakened by the noise. He sprang up, and came out into the adjoining
room.

The wife of the innkeeper was there alone.

"Where are my friends?" he asked, anxiously. "Where is your husband?"

Moved by sympathy, the woman tried to falter some excuse, but finding
none, she threw herself at his feet, crying:

"Fly, Monsieur, save yourself--you are betrayed!"

Lacheneur rushed back into the other room, seeking a weapon with which
he could defend himself, an issue through which he could flee!

He had thought that they might abandon him, but betray him--no, never!

"Who has sold me?" he asked, in a strained, unnatural voice.

"Your friends--the two men who supped there at that table."

"Impossible, Madame, impossible!"

He did not suspect the designs and hopes of his former comrades; and he
could not, he would not believe them capable of ignobly betraying him
for gold.

"But," pleaded the innkeeper's wife, still on her knees before him,
"they have just started for Saint-Jean-de-Coche, where they will
denounce you. I heard them say that your life would purchase theirs.
They have certainly gone to summon the gendarmes! Is this not enough, or
am I obliged to endure the shame of confessing that my own husband, too,
has gone to betray you."

Lacheneur understood it all now! And this supreme misfortune, after all
the misery he had endured, broke him down completely.

Great tears gushed from his eyes, and sinking down into a chair, he
murmured:

"Let them come; I am ready for them. No, I will not stir from here. My
miserable life is not worth such a struggle."

But the wife of the traitor rose, and grasping the unfortunate man's
clothing, she shook him, she dragged him to the door--she would have
carried him had she possessed sufficient strength