He was distant from Clisson about three leagues, according to the measurement of the country, or a little better than seven miles.

There had hardly been any darkness during the night, and as he and his troopers sallied out of the chateau-yard, the dawn was just breaking in the East.
"Never mind," said he to the young cornet who rode by his side; "the light will not hurt us, for we will make them hear us before they see us.

We will be back as far as this before thirty men in the parish are awake.

It will be best for them who sleep soundest." "Except for those in the chateau, General," said the cornet: "those who sleep there will wake to a warm breakfast." "They will never eat breakfast more, I believe and trust," said Westerman; "for I do not think that we shall be able to take the brigands alive.

Their women, however, may receive some of our rough republican hospitality at Bressuire.