"Now, Peter, run to the stable for your life; my horse is there and M.de Lescure's--bring them both.

They are both saddled.

Run my friend; a moment lost now will cost a hundred lives." It was Peter Berrier to whom he spoke, and in spite of his evil treatment at Durbelliere, Peter ran for the horses, as though he was running for the King's crown.
"It is impossible to stop them," said Cathelineau, still standing on the waggon, and speaking to de Lescure, whom he had outran.

"All La Vendee could not stop them; but we may head them, M.de Lescure, and lead them on; we must attack the camp tonight." "Our loss will be terrible if we do," said de Lescure.
"It will, it will be terrible, and we shall be repulsed; but that will be better than letting them rush into positive destruction.

In an hour's time they will be between the camp, the town, and the heights of Bournan, and nothing then could save them." "Let us go, then," said de Lescure; "but will you not send to d'Elbee ?" "Yes; but do not desire him to follow us.