By whom?
He did not yet know, but he would know.
He was already within ten feet of that open clearing in the midst of the granite walls which we described on our first visit to the grotto of Ceyzeriat.

Roland clung closely to the wall, and moved forward almost imperceptibly.

In the dim half-light he looked like a gliding bass-relief.
At last his head passed beyond an angle of the wall, and his glance rested upon what we may call the camp of the Companions of Jehu.
A dozen or more of the members sat there at supper.

Roland was seized with a wild desire to precipitate himself into their midst, attacking them singly, and fighting until he died.

But he repressed the insensate thought, withdrew his head as slowly as he had advanced it, and, with beaming eyes and heart full of joy, returned, unseen and unsuspected, along the way he had come.