In a moment Ranulph was outside with two loaves of bread, which he put into Dormy Jamais's arms.

The daft one whinnied with delight.
"What's o'clock, bread-man ?" he asked with a chuckle.
Ranulph gripped his shoulders.

"See, Dormy Jamais, I want you to go to the Governor's house at La Motte, and tell them that the French are coming, that they're landing at Gorey now.

Then to the Hospital and tell the sentry there.

Go, Dormy--allez kedainne!" Dormy Jamais tore at a loaf with his teeth, and crammed a huge crust into his mouth.
"Come, tell me, will you go, Dormy ?" the lad asked impatiently.
Dormy Jamais nodded his head, grunted, and, turning on his heel with Ranulph, clattered up the street.