CHAPTER XIV.
Before he left for the front next morning to join his company and march to Papineau's headquarters, Nic came to Ferrol, told him, with rage and disappointment, the story of the highway robbery, and also that he hoped Ferrol would not worry about the Rebellion, and would remain at the Manor Casimbault in any case.
"Anyhow," said he, "my mother's half English; so you're not alone.

We're going to make a big fight for it.

We've stood it as long as we can.

But we're friends in this, aren't we, Ferrol ?" There was a pause, in which Ferrol sipped his whiskey and milk, and continued dressing.

He set the glass down, and looked towards the open window, through which came the smell of the ripe orchard and the fragrance of the pines.