The millionaire climbed heavily up in front, and took the reins.
"Never again will I trust only to motor-cars.

The first thing I'll do after I've made sure that my collections are safe will be to buy carriages--something roomy," he said gloomily, as he realized the discomfort of his seat.
He turned to Jean and Firmin, who stood on the steps of the chateau watching the departure of their master, and said: "Sons of France, be brave--be brave!" The cart bumped off into the damp, dark night.
Jean and Firmin watched it disappear into the darkness.

Then they came into the chateau and shut the door.
Firmin looked at Jean, and said gloomily: "I don't like this.

These burglars stick at nothing.

They'd as soon cut your throat as look at you." "It can't be helped," said Jean.