His toilet was not long in making; he had only to shake the straw from his hair, game-bag, and blouse, after which he took leave of his friend Pierre and hid himself at the corner of the street.
Fifteen minutes later the gate opened and a man rode out on a pacing horse.

It was M.de Valensolle.

He took the street that led to the Geneva road.

Michel followed without concealment, whistling a hunting air.

Only, as Michel could not run for fear of attracting the rider's notice, he lost sight of him before long.