CHAPTER X.
THE RESCUE.
The little Chevalier had no intention of saving himself, and deserting his friends, when, on Santerre's approach, he ran off, leaving Agatha and the Marquis at the garden door of the chateau.

He knew that Chapeau was at the smith's forge, with his own pony.

He had himself sent him there; and as soon as he perceived, on running round the side of the house, that the whole front was occupied by the blues, his first idea was to go after his pony, and ride as fast as the animal could carry him to Echanbroignes, and bring the royalists from thence to the rescue of their friends at Durbelliere.

With this object he clambered over the garden-wall, and well knowing every foot of the ground, reached the forge in a few minutes.

Chapeau and the smith were there, as was also the pony, and a breathless countryman was already telling them that the chateau was surrounded by the whole army of blues.
"Here's the Chevalier," said Chapeau, stopping the peasant in his story.
"In the name of Heaven, M.Arthur, what is all this ?" "That traitor, Denot, has brought a parcel of blues down upon the chateau," said the Chevalier.