y, and we entered the house, the landlord, who could not
conceal his curiosity, showing us a room.

"A good breakfast," I said; "the best the house contains. And while you
are getting it ready we will put ourselves straight. Have you any salve
suitable for cuts and bruises?"

"Yes, monsieur; I will fetch some."

"Faith, Jacques," I exclaimed, when the man had bustled off, "you are a
pretty object at present. There is a lump as large as a hen's egg on
your head, and your face is covered with bruises, which will show more
distinctly when we get the dirt off."

"Perhaps it had better be kept on," said he, smiling cheerily.

After we had brushed our soiled clothing and washed ourselves I applied
some salve to Jacques' bruises, while the landlord prepared a compress
for the swelling on his head. Then we sat down to breakfast, and our
attack on the provisions proved that the startling adventures of the
past night had not robbed us of our appetites.

I had, meanwhile, arranged with the landlord to furnish us with a
second horse, and now suggested that Jacques should take a couple of
hours' rest before starting. Against this he protested vigorously,
declaring he had slept well during the night, and that it was I who
needed rest.

At last he persuaded me to lie down, while he sat in the room facing the
road, with a loaded pistol in one hand and another by his side. Nothing
happened however, during the time I slept, and at the end of the second
hour Jacques wakened me.

The food and rest had made new men of us, and, having settled accounts
with the landlord, we mounted our horses, and set off cheerfully in the
direction of Le Blanc. For the time being the danger had passed. It was
broad daylight, and every yard forward brought us nearer to my friends.

But there were several things in the adventure to worry me, and that
evening, after we had safely reached home, I called Jacques into my room
to discuss the matter.

"I don't pretend to understand it, monsieur," he said, "but I feel sure
these fellows were in the lawyer's pay. Who else would set a trap for
you?"

"I cannot think. Cordel is my only enemy, and yet before concluding it
was he who planned the assault there are one or two questions to answer.
Casimir, for instance, was he in league with our assailants? If so, he
played his part marvellously well, and blinded me effectually."

"So he did me; but he was in league with them, for all that. Remember
how he sho