These windows were those of the room of the captain of gendarmes.
Whether from indifference on the worthy captain's part, or by reason of State penury, the windows were bare of curtains, so that, thanks to the two candles which the captain had lighted in his guest's honor, Morgan and Valensolle could see everything that took place in this room.
Suddenly Morgan grasped Valensolle's arm, and pressed it with all his might.
"Hey" said Valensolle "what now ?" Roland had just thrown his three-cornered hat on a chair and Morgan had recognized him.
"Roland de Montrevel!" he exclaimed, "Roland in a sergeant's uniform! This time we are on his track while he is still seeking ours.

It behooves us not to lose it." "What are you going to do ?" asked Valensolle, observing that his friend was preparing to leave him.
"Inform our companions.

You stay here and do not lose sight of him.

He has taken off his sword, and laid his pistols aside, therefore it is probable he intends to spend the night in the captain's room.

To-morrow I defy him to take any road, no matter which, without one of us at his heels." And Morgan sliding down the declivity of the hay, disappeared from sight, leaving his companion crouched like a sphinx, with his eyes fixed on Roland de Montrevel.
A quarter of an hour later Morgan returned.