"I hold it as a rule," replied Philip boldly, "to mind my own business, and never to mention any thing I see; which in this affair I shall do more especially, as one of the robbers had furniture of Isabel and silver;" and as he spoke he glanced his eye to the scarf of Chavigni, which was of that peculiar mixture of colours then called Isabel, bordered by a rich silver fringe. "Fool!" muttered Chavigni between his teeth; "Fool! what need had he to show himself?" Lafemas, who had hitherto been silent, now came to the relief of his companion: taking up the conversation in a mild and easy tone, "Have you many of these robbing fraternity in your wood?" said he; "if so, I suppose we peril ourselves in crossing it alone." And, without waiting for any answer, he proceeded, "Pray, who was the cavalier they attacked?" "He was a stranger from St. Germain," answered the Woodman; "and as to the robbers, I doubt that they will show themselves again, for fear of being taken." "They did not rob him then?" said the Judge. Now nothing that Philip had said bore out this inference; but Lafemas possessed in a high degree the talent of cross-examination, and was deeply versed in all the thousand arts of entangling a witness, or leading a prisoner to condemn himself. But there was a stern reserve about the Woodman which baffled the Judge's cunning: "I only saw the last part of the fray," replied Philip, "and therefore know not what went before." "Where was he hurt?" asked Lafemas; "for he lost much blood." "On the head and in the side," answered the Woodman. "Poor youth!" cried the Judge in a pitiful tone. "And when you opened his coat, was the wound a deep one?" "I cannot judge," replied Philip, "being no surgeon." It was in vain that Lafemas tried all his wiles on the Woodman, and that Chavigni, who soon joined in the conversation, questioned him more boldly. Philip was in no communicative mood, and yielded them but little information respecting the events of the morning. At length, weary of this fruitless interrogation, Chavigni started up--"Well, friend!" said he, "had there been danger in crossing the forest, we might have stayed with thee till daybreak; but, as thou sayest there is none, we will hence upon our way." So saying he strode towards the door, the flame-shaped mullets of his gilded spurs jingling over the brick-floor of Philip's dwelling, and calling the Woodman's attention to the knightly rank of his departing guest. In a few minutes all was prepared for their departure, and having mounted their horses, the Statesman drew forth a small silk purse tied with a loop of gold, and holding it forth to Philip, bade him accept it for his services. The Woodman bowed, repeating that he required no payment. "I am not accustomed to have my bounty refused," said Chavigni proudly; and dropping the purse to the ground, he spurred forward his horse.