“There is no need for thanks, monsieur,” was the reply. “I did no more than any one would have done. But the wounded man should be removed and a surgeon should see to his hurts. He has lost much blood.” “We will send for a litter. Run to the maison, Jacques, and----” “With your leave, and a little help in lifting him, I could carry him if it be not too far,” interrupted the stranger. And with Dauban’s and Lucette’s assistance, he picked Denys up and bade them show him the way. “You are strong, monsieur,” said de Proballe, with a smile at the ease with which he bore the heavy burden. “I am a soldier, monsieur, and he who fights must needs have strong arms. It were best if your servant there were to run on and prepare for our coming.” Dauban’s face scowled at the word servant. “Run on, Jacques, and see to this,” said de Proballe, adding: “He is my secretary, monsieur, not my servant.” Dauban hastened on then, and Gabrielle and her uncle walked in front, Lucette keeping by Denys. “It is the cavalier who came to my assistance in the market place yesterday, uncle,” said Gabrielle. “Who is he? I am much mistaken if I have not seen him somewhere before,” was the reply. “I have not inquired his name.” “He belongs not to Morvaix, I think, and seems, as you said, a man of some distinction. I will ask his name and station.” “Had we not better wait until we reach the maison? Our poor Denys is a heavy burden even for his stalwart arms, and to cause him to talk just now might prove burdensome to him.” “You are always solicitous, Gabrielle,” replied her uncle, with a smile and a shrewd glance. “I will leave it as you say.” Meanwhile Dauban had hurried on a prey to mingled feelings, in which desire to appear anxious on Denys’ behalf and so hide his share in the matter was paramount. He sent one servant speeding on horseback for a surgeon and brought out others with a litter, and met the little procession as they were nearing the terrace. Denys was laid carefully and gently on the litter and borne up the broad steps into the house, Lucette walking by his side and holding his hand. The other three remained at the foot of the steps, the stranger leaning for a space against one of the pediments of the marble balustrade to recover his breath. “We shall be glad to know, monsieur, to whom we are indebted for this most timely service as well as for that rendered yesterday to my niece in the market place,” said de Proballe. “It seems to me we have met before; but I am getting an old man, and my memory is apt to fail me at times.” The question appeared to be momentarily embarrassing and, to cover the pause, the stranger breathed heavily and made a gesture of fatigue. “You will come in and rest, monsieur,” said Gabrielle, noticing this. But the hesitation passed, and glancing first at Gabrielle with a smile of thanks for her thoughtfulness, he turned to de Proballe and said firmly--