It was five minutes before eleven when they reached the broken window, where the fallen stones served as a stepping-block.

There, according to agreement, they were to part.

Sir John, reminded Roland of this agreement.
"Yes," said Roland, "an agreement is an agreement with me.

Only, let me give you a piece of advice." "What is it ?" "I could not find the bullets because some one had been here and carried them off; and that was done beyond doubt to prevent me from seeing the dents on them." "What sort of dent do you mean ?" "Those of the links of a coat of mail; my ghost was a man in armor." "That's too bad!" said Sir John; "I hoped for a ghost." Then, after a moment's silence and a sigh expressive of his deep regret in resigning the ghost, he asked: "What was your advice ?" "Fire at his face!" Sir John nodded assent, pressed the young officer's hand, clambered through the window and disappeared in the sacristy.
"Good-night!" called Roland after him.

Then with the indifference to danger which a soldier generally feels for himself and his companions, Roland took his way back to the Chateau des Noires-Fontaines, as he had promised Sir John..