But I will help to get you all out of the demmed hole, when you have failed." "We'll not fail," asserted the other hotly.
Sir Percy Blakeney went close up to his friend and placed his long, slender hand, with a touch of almost womanly tenderness upon the latter's shoulder.
"Will you tell me your plans ?" In a moment Deroulede was all fire and enthusiasm.
"There are not many of us in it," he began, "although half France will be in sympathy with us.

We have plenty of money, of course, and also the necessary disguise for the royal lady." "Yes ?" "I, in the meanwhile, have asked for and obtained the post of Governor of the Conciergerie; I go into my new quarters to-morrow.

In the meanwhile, I am making arrangements for my mother and--and those dependent upon me to quit France immediately." Blakeney had perceived the slight hesitation when Deroulede mentioned those dependent upon him.

He looked scrutinisingly at his friend, who continued quickly: "I am still very popular among the people.

My family can go about unmolested.