Night had fallen, but it was not quite dark; and dreading every eye, I hurried on through the dusk, now peering anxiously forward, and now looking and listening for the first sounds of pursuit. For a few minutes the fear of that took up all my thoughts; later, when the one twinkling light that marked the village had set behind me, and night and the silent waste of mountains had swallowed me up, a sense of eeriness, of loneliness, very depressing, took possession of me. Denise was at Nîmes, and I was moving the other way; what accidents might not befall me, how many things might not happen to postpone my return? In the meantime she lay at the mercy of her mother and brothers, with all the traditions of her family, all the prejudices of maidenhood and her education against my suit. To what use in this imbroglio might not her hand be put? Or, if that were not in question, what in that city of strife, in that fierce struggle, of which the peasants had forewarned me, might not be the fate of a young girl? Spurred by these thoughts, I pressed on feverishly, and had gone, perhaps, a league, when a sharp sound made by a horse's shoe striking a stone, caught my ear. It came from the front, and I drew to the side of the road, and crouched low to let the traveller go by. I fancied that I could distinguish the tramp of three horses, but when the men loomed darkly into sight, I could see only two figures. Perhaps I rose a little too high in my anxiety to see. At any rate I had not counted on the horses, the nearer of which, as it passed me, swerved violently from me. The rider was almost dismounted by the violence of the movement, but in a twinkling had his horse again in hand, and before I knew what I was doing, was urging it upon me. I dared not move, for to move was to betray my presence, but this did not avail, for in a minute the rider made out the outline of my figure. "Hola," he cried sharply. "Who are you there, who lie in wait to break men's necks? Speak, man, or----" But I caught his bridle. "M. de Géol!" I cried, my heart beating against my ribs. "Stand back!" he cried, peering at me. He did not know my voice. "Who are you? Who is it?" "It is I, M. de Saux," I answered joyfully. "Why, man, I thought that you were at Nîmes," he exclaimed in a tone of great astonishment, "these ten days past! We have your horse here." "Here? My horse?" "To be sure. Your good friend here has it in charge from Milhau. But where have you been? And what are you doing here?" he continued suspiciously. "I lost my passport. It was stolen by Froment." He whistled. "And at Villeraugues they stopped me," I continued. "I have been there since." "Ah," he said drily. "That comes of travelling in bad company, M. le Vicomte. And to-night I suppose you were----" "Going to get away," I answered bluntly. "But you--I thought that you had passed long ago?" "No," he said. "I was detained. Now we have met, I would advise you to mount and return with me."