Corentin threw up the window, not to lose time.
"What has been done ?" "We are back like the Dutchmen! We found nothing but five dead horses, their coats stiff with sweat, in the middle of the forest.

I have kept them to find out where they came from and who owns them.

The forest is surrounded; whoever is in it can't get out." "At what hour do you suppose those horsemen entered the forest ?" "About half-past twelve." "Don't let a hare leave that forest without your seeing it," whispered Corentin.

"I'll station Peyrade at the village to help you; I am going to see the corporal myself--Go to the mayor's house," he added, still whispering, to Peyrade.

"I'll send some able man to relieve you.