"But our brother does not know that they have double-locked our door, and he will believe that we would not go to his help. Call out to him that we are locked in, Francois." The lad was just going to do as his sister bade him, when a violent blow was struck outside the shutter of the window of the room in which the two children were. "They are coming in by the window to kill us!" cried Amandine, and, in her fright, she threw herself on her bed and hid her head between her hands. Francois remained motionless, although he shared his sister's terror. However, after the violent blow we have mentioned, the shutter was not opened, and the most profound silence reigned throughout the house. Martial had ceased calling to the children. A little assured, and excited by intense curiosity, Francois ventured to open the window a little way, and tried to look out through the leaves of the blind. "Mind, brother!" said Amandine, in a low voice, and sitting up when she heard Francois open the shutter. "Can you see anything?" she added. "No, the night is too dark." "Don't you hear anything?" "No, the wind is too high." "Come in, then; come in." "Oh, now I see something!" "What?" "The light of a lantern, which moves backwards and forwards." "Who's carrying it?" "I can only see the light. Ah, she comes nearer,--she is speaking!" "Who?" "Listen,--listen! It is Calabash." "What does she say?" "She says the ladder must be fixed securely." "Oh, it was then in taking away the high ladder that was placed against our shutter that they made that noise just now." "I don't hear anything now." "What have they done with the ladder?" "I can't see it now." "Can you hear anything?" "No." "Francois, perhaps they are going to use it to enter our Brother Martial's room by the window!" "Very likely." "If you could open our window a little more you might see." "I am afraid." "Only a little bit." "Oh, no, no! If mother saw us!" "It is so dark, there is no danger." Francois, much against his will, did as his sister requested, and pushing the shutter back, looked out. "Well, brother?" said Amandine, surmounting her fears, and approaching Francois on tiptoe. "By the gleam of the lantern," said he, "I see Calabash, who is holding the foot of the ladder, which is resting against Martial's window." "Well?" "Nicholas is going up the ladder with his axe in his hand. I see it glitter." "Ah, you are not in bed, then, but watching us!" exclaimed the widow, addressing Francois and his sister from outside. As she was returning to the kitchen she saw the light, which escaped through the open window. The unfortunate children had neglected putting out the lantern. "I am coming," added the widow, in a terrible voice; "I am coming to you, you little spies!" Such were the events which passed in the Isle du Ravageur on the evening of the day before that on which Madame Seraphin was to take Fleur-de-Marie thither. CHAPTER VII. A LODGING-HOUSE.