They had given their reports and the party were just starting when a young forester rode up.
"Monsieur le marquis," he said, "I have good news for you; the demon wolf is in the forest.

I saw him making his way along a glade an hour since as I was on my way thither.

I turned back to follow him, and tracked him to a ravine in the hills choked with undergrowth." The news created great excitement.
"The demon wolf!" the marquis repeated.

"Are you sure ?" "Quite sure, monsieur.

How could I mistake it! I saw him once four years ago, and no one who had once done so could mistake any other wolf for him." "We are in luck indeed, gentlemen," the marquis said.