"What is his name ?" "He is called Bavois, and he is a corporal in the first company of grenadiers." "Bavois," repeated Martial, as if to fix the name in his memory; "Bavois.

My father will find some pretext for desiring him summoned." "It is easy to find a pretext.

He was the brave soldier left on guard at Escorval after the troops left the house." "This promises well," said Martial.

He had risen and gone to the fireplace in order to be nearer his father.
"I suppose," he continued, "the baron has been separated from the other prisoners ?" "Yes, he is alone, in a large and very comfortable room." "Where is it ?" "On the second story of the corner tower." But Martial, who was not so well acquainted with the citadel as his father, was obliged to reflect a moment.
"The corner tower!" said he; "is not that the tall tower which one sees from a distance, and which is built on a spot where the rock is almost perpendicular ?" "Precisely." By the promptness M.de Sairmeuse displayed in replying, it was easy to see that he was ready to risk a good deal to effect the prisoner's deliverance.
"What kind of a window is that in the baron's room ?" inquired Martial.
"It is quite large and furnished with a double row of iron bars, securely fastened into the stone walls." "It is easy enough to cut these bars.

On which side does this window look ?" "On the country." "That is to say, it overlooks the precipice.