Settle it among yourselves." The postilion dug his spurs into his horse and they were off at a gallop.

The carriage relayed at Lyons about four in the afternoon.

While the horses were being changed, a man clad like a porter, sitting with his stretcher beside him on a stone post, rose, came to the carriage and said something in a low tone to the young Companion of Jehu which seemed to astonish the latter greatly.
"Are you quite sure ?" he asked the porter.
"I tell you that I saw him with my own eyes!" replied the latter.
"Then I can give the news to our friends as a positive fact ?" "You can.

Only hurry." "Have they been notified at Servas ?" "Yes; you will find a horse ready between Servas and Sue." The postilion came up; the young man exchanged a last glance with the porter, who walked away as if charged with a letter of the utmost importance.
"What road, citizen ?" asked the postilion.
"To Bourg.

I must reach Servas by nine this evening; I pay thirty sous fees." "Forty-two miles in five hours! That's tough.