"Ah, ha!" he cried; "so it's you, my pretty man, who not only turn my dogs off the trail of the wolf I am hunting to that of a hare you're after, but actually couple them, and lead 'em in a leash!" "Monsieur," said the young man, all out of breath, "if I have coupled them and led them it is to have the honor of returning them to Monsieur le Marquis de Souday myself." "Ho! yes, that's a likely story,--with no hat on your head! You needn't trouble yourself any further, my good sir. Now you've met me I'll take them back myself." So saying, and before Monsieur Michel had time to oppose or even guess his intention, Jean Oullier wrenched the chain from his hand and threw it on the necks of the hounds, very much as we throw a bridle on the neck of a horse. Finding themselves at liberty the dogs darted at full speed in the direction of the castle, followed by Jean Oullier, whose pace was equal to theirs as he cracked his whip and shouted:-- "Kennel! kennel, scamps!" The whole scene was so rapid that dogs and man were nearly out of sight before the young baron recovered himself. He stopped short helplessly in the roadway, and must have been there ten minutes, gazing, with his mouth open, in the direction Jean Oullier and the dogs had taken, when the soft and caressing voice of a young girl said close beside him:-- "Gracious goodness! Monsieur le baron, what are you doing here at this hour, bareheaded?" What he was doing, the young man would have been rather puzzled to say; in point of fact he was following his hopes, which had flown away in the direction of the castle, whither he dared not follow them. He turned round to see who spoke to him, and recognized his foster-sister, the daughter of the farmer Tinguy. "Oh, it is you, Rosine, is it?" he said; "what are you doing here yourself?" "Monsieur le baron," said the girl, in a tearful voice, "I have just come from the château de la Logerie, where Madame la baronne treated me very unkindly." "Why so, Rosine? You know my mother loves you and takes care of you." "Yes, as a general thing; but not to-day." "Why not to-day?" "She has just had me turned out of the house." "Why didn't you ask for me?" "I did ask for you, Monsieur le baron, but they said yon were not at home." "I was at home; I have only just come out, my dear; for fast as you may have come, I'll answer for it I came faster!" "Maybe; it is likely enough, Monsieur le baron; for when Madame was so cruel to me I thought I would come and ask the wolves to help me, but couldn't decide at once to do so." "What help can the _wolves_ give you?" Michel forced himself to utter the word. "The help I wanted Madame la baronne to give me, for my poor father who is very ill." "What is the matter with him?" "A fever he caught in the marshes." "A fever?" repeated Michel; "is it a malignant fever,--intermittent or typhoid?" "I don't know, Monsieur le baron." "What does the doctor say?"