You can add that there is a man there in danger of dying." While the peasant, stimulated by the reward, made all haste to Bourg, Roland, leaping along on his vigorous legs, was hurrying to the chateau.
And now, as our readers are, in all probability, as curious as Roland to know what had happened to Sir John, we shall give an account of the events of the night.
A few minutes before eleven, Sir John, as we have seen, entered what was usually known as La Correrie, or the pavilion of the Chartreuse, which was nothing more than a chapel erected in the woods.

From the sacristy he entered the choir.

It was empty and seemed solitary.

A rather brilliant moon, veiled from time to time by a cloud, sent its bluish rays through the stained glass, cracked and broken, of the pointed windows.

Sir John advanced to the middle of the choir, where he paused and remained standing beside the pedestal.
The minutes slipped away.