cow-bell in the near darkness. Another sounded quickly a bit farther on. The driver gave no heed to it, although I recognized the signal, and knew something would happen shortly. We had come into the double dark of the timber when, suddenly, our horses reared, snorting, and stopped. The driver felt for his big pistol, but not in the right place; for two hours or more it had been stowed away in the deep pocket of my gown. Not a word was spoken. By the dim light of the lanterns we could see men all about us with pikes looming in the dark. For a breath or two there was perfect silence; then the driver rose quickly and shouted: "Who are you?"
"Frien's o' these 'ere women," said one I recognized as the Corporal D'ri.
He spoke in a low tone as he opened the door.
"Grâce au ciel!" I heard one of the young ladies saying. "It is D'ri—dear old fellow!"
Then they all hurried out of the coach and kissed him.
"The captain—is he not here?" said one
