“Oh! general, it is very simple.” “Let me judge of that.” “I put this paper in the muzzle of my gun.” Coeur-de-Roi showed a large envelope with an official red seal, which had once, no doubt, contained some Republican despatch intercepted by the Chouans. “I present myself to the sentries, saying: ‘Despatch from the general of division.’ I enter the first guardhouse and ask to be shown the house of the citizen-commissioner; they show me, I thank them; always best to be polite. I reach the house, meet a second sentry to whom I tell the same tale as to the first; I go up or down to citizen Millière accordingly as he lives in the cellar or the garret. I enter without difficulty, you understand--‘Despatch from the general of division’. I find him in his study or elsewhere, present my paper, and while he opens it, I kill him with this dagger, here in my sleeve.” “Yes, but you and your men?” “Ah, faith! In God’s care; we are defending his cause, it is for him to take care of us.” “Well, you see, colonel,” said Cadoudal, “how easy it all is. Let us mount, colonel! Good luck, Coeur-de-Roi!” “Which of these two horses am I to take?” asked Roland. “Either; one is as good as the other; each has an excellent pair of English pistols in its holsters.” “Loaded?” “And well-loaded, colonel; that’s a job I never trust to any one.” “Then we’ll mount.” The two young men were soon in their saddles, and on the road to Vannes; Cadoudal guiding Roland, and Branche-d’Or, the major-general of the army, as Georges called him, following about twenty paces in the rear. When they reached the end of the village, Roland darted his eyes along the road, which stretches in a straight line from Muzillac to the Trinité. The road, fully exposed to view, seemed absolutely solitary. They rode on for about a mile and a half, then Roland said: “But where the devil are your men?” “To right and left, before and behind us.” “Ha, what a joke!” “It’s not a joke, colonel; do you think I should be so rash as to risk myself thus without scouts?” “You told me, I think, that if I wished to see your men I had only to say so.” “I did say so.” “Well, I wish to see them.” “Wholly, or in part?” “How many did you say were with you?” “Three hundred.” “Well, I want to see one hundred and fifty.” “Halt!” cried Cadoudal. Putting his hands to his mouth he gave the hoot of the screech-owl, followed by the cry of an owl; but he threw the hoot to the right and the cry to the left. Almost instantly, on both sides of the road, human forms could be seen in motion, bounding over the ditch which separated the bushes from the road, and then ranging themselves beside the horses. “Who commands on the right?” asked Cadoudal. “I, Moustache,” replied a peasant, coming near. “Who commands on the left?” repeated the general. “I, Chante-en-hiver,” replied another peasant, also approaching him. “How many men are with you, Moustache?” “One hundred.”