They will not know whether we have made east, west, or south from there, so there will be a far less active search at Tours than there will at Orleans." So the journey was carried out, and without any serious adventure; although with a great many slight alarms, and some narrow escapes of detection, which cannot be here detailed.

The party arrived at the spot where the lane leading to the little farm occupied by Margot's mother left the main road.

Here they parted, the girls taking their bundles, and starting to trudge the last few miles on foot.
Margot discreetly went on a little ahead, to give her mistress the opportunity of speaking to Rupert alone, but she need not have done so, for all that Rupert said was: "I have been in the light of your brother this time, Adele, as your father gave you into my charge.

If I ever come again, dear, it will be different." "You are very good, Rupert.

Goodbye;" and with a wave of the hand she ran after Margot; while Rupert, mounting the cart, drove on into Poitiers.
Here he sold his load of hay to a stable keeper, drove a mile or two out of the town, entered a wood, and then took the horse out of the cart, and leaving the latter in a spot where, according to all appearances, it was not likely to be seen for months, drove the horse still further into the wood, and, placing a pistol to its head, shot it dead.