The glow increased as he left Vilray behind.

He gave the horses the whip again sharply, and they broke into a gallop.

Yet his eyes scarcely left the sky.

The crimson glow drew him, held him, till his brain was afire also.

Jean Jacques had a premonition and a conviction which was even deeper than the imagination of M.Fille.
In Vilray, behind him, the telegraph clerk was in the street shouting to someone to summon the local fire-brigade to go to St.Saviour's.
"What is it--what is it ?" asked M.Fille of the telegraph clerk in marked agitation.
"It's M'sieu' Jean Jacques' flour-mill," was the reply.
Wagons and buggies and carts began to take the road to the Manor Cartier; and Maitre Fille went also with the widow of Palass Poucette..