A second shot, and then through the depths of the quarry rang the cry, quivering on the wings of the bird of ill-omen, "To arms!" To the Companions of Jehu, subjected to all the vicissitudes of life of an outlaw, the occasional rest they snatched was never that of peace.
Pistols, daggers, carbines, were ever near at hand.

At the cry, given no doubt by the sentinel, each man sprang to his weapons and stood with panting breast and strained ears, waiting.
In the midst of the silence a step as rapid as well could be in the darkness was heard.

Then, within the circle of light thrown by the torches and candles, a man appeared.
"To arms!" he cried again, "we are attacked!" The two shots the Companions of Jehu had heard were from the double-barrelled gun of the sentry.

It was he who now appeared, his smoking gun in his hand.
"Where is Morgan ?" cried twenty voices.
"Absent," replied Montbar; "consequently I command.

Put out the lights and retreat to the church.