Corporal Bavois, with his head bound up with bloodstained linen, had taken the baron’s place upon the litter. This was one of the troubled epochs in history that try men’s souls. There is no chance for hypocrisy; each man stands revealed in his grandeur, or in his pettiness of soul. Certainly much cowardice was displayed during the early days of the second Restoration; but many deeds of sublime courage and devotion were performed. These officers who befriended Mme. d’Escorval and Maurice--who lent their aid to the abbe--knew the baron only by name and reputation. It was sufficient for them to know that he was the friend of their former ruler--the man whom they had made their idol, and they rejoiced with all their hearts when they saw M. d’Escorval reposing under Father Poignot’s roof in comparative security. After this, their task, which consisted in misleading the government emissaries, seemed to them mere child’s play. But all these precautions were unnecessary. Public sentiment had declared itself in an unmistakable manner, and it was evident that Lacheneur’s hopes had not been without some foundation. The police discovered nothing, not so much as a single detail of the escape. They did not even hear of the little party that had travelled nearly three leagues in the full light of day, bearing a wounded man upon a litter. Among the two thousand peasants who believed that this wounded man was Baron d’Escorval, there was not one who turned informer or let drop an indiscreet word. But on approaching the frontier, which they knew to be strictly guarded, the fugitives became even more cautious. They waited until nightfall before presenting themselves at a lonely inn, where they hoped to procure a guide to lead them through the defiles of the mountains. Frightful news awaited them there. The innkeeper informed them of the bloody massacre at Montaignac. With tears rolling down his cheeks, he related the details of the execution, which he had heard from an eyewitness. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he knew nothing of M. d’Escorval’s flight or of M. Lacheneur’s arrest. But he was well acquainted with Chanlouineau, and he was inconsolable over the death of that “handsome young fellow, the best farmer in the country.” The officers, who had left the litter a short distance from the inn, decided that they could confide at least a part of their secret to this man. “We are carrying one of our wounded comrades,” they said to him. “Can you guide us across the frontier to-night?” The innkeeper replied that he would do so very willingly, that he would promise to take them safely past the military posts; but that he would not think of going upon the mountain before the moon rose. By midnight the fugitives were _en route_; by daybreak they set foot on Piedmont territory. They had dismissed their guide some time before. They now proceeded to break the litter in pieces; and handful by handful they cast the wool of the mattress to the wind.