“The treasure,” said Ralph. “That’s the only possible explanation. I
reduced Marescal to impotence; but I did not forget that one day or
other we should have to deal with Jodot and William. They have got
ahead of me. Having learned my plans by some means or other, they have
attacked your grandfather’s friend, imprisoned him, robbed him of the
papers he was going to communicate to you, and have been ready for us
since the morning. If they did not shoot us down when we were coming
through the passage between the two lakes, it was because shepherds
were moving about the plateau. It was evident that we should wait for
Talencay here, on the strength of the visiting card, and the few words
that one of the two confederates scribbled on it. And it’s here that
they’ve set their ambush. Scarcely had we passed through the passage
before big flood-gates were closed, and the surface of the lake,
swollen by the two waterfalls, began to rise without its being possible
for us to notice it for four or five hours. But by then the shepherds
would have returned to the village, and the lake become the most lonely
and admirable of rifle ranges. The boat being scuttled, the bullets
prevent any sortie of the besieged; and it is impossible for them to
take flight. That’s how Ralph de Limézy has let himself be caught like
a common Marescal.”
He said this in the chaffing tone of a man who is the first to laugh at
a trick that has been played him. Aurelie almost wanted to laugh.
He lit a cigarette and held out the burning match. Two reports from the
plateau; then immediately a third and a fourth. But the bullets missed.
The flood, however, was rising quickly. The beach was quite covered and
little waves were now flowing over its flat surface and lapping against
the entrance of the grotto.
“We shall be more comfortable on the two stones of the fireplace,” said
Ralph.
They sprang across the grotto, and reached them without drawing fire.
Ralph lifted the girl into the hammock, which, hanging high, was hidden
by the tiled roof. Then he made a dash at the table, caught up in a
napkin all that was left of their lunch, leaped back and set it on the
shelf, beside the drawing materials. Two rifles rang out.
“Too late!” he said. “We’ve nothing more to fear. A little patience and
we shall go quietly away. My idea is to rest and have a meal; and by
that time it will be dark. As soon as it is dark I will carry you on my
shoulder to the path up the cliff. The strong point of our adversaries
is that the daylight enables them to blockade us. Darkness means
safety.”
“Yes, but the water will be rising,” said Aurelie. “And it will be an
hour before it’s dark enough to start.”
“Well, what of it? Instead of getting my feet wet, I shall get wet to
the waist,” said Ralph.
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