The postilion stuck it up to his other eye, wheeled the carriage round and took the road back to Servas.
The Companion of Jehu waited till he vanished in the darkness.

Then putting the hollow of a key to his lips, he drew a long trembling sound from it like a boatswain's whistle.
A similar call answered him, and immediately a horseman came out of the woods at full gallop.

As he caught sight of him Morgan put on his mask.
"In whose name have you come ?" asked the rider, whose face, hidden as it was beneath the brim of an immense hat, could not be seen.
"In the name of the prophet Elisha," replied the young man with the mask.
"Then you are he whom I am waiting for." And he dismounted.
"Are you prophet or disciple ?" asked Morgan.
"Disciple," replied the new-comer.
"Where is your master ?" "You will find him at the Chartreuse of Seillon." "Do you know how many Companions are there this evening ?" "Twelve." "Very good; if you meet any others send them there." He who had called himself a disciple bowed in sign of obedience, assisted Morgan to fasten the valise to the croup of the saddle, and respectfully held the bit while the young man mounted.

Without even waiting to thrust his other foot into the stirrup, Morgan spurred his horse, which tore the bit from the groom's hand and started off at a gallop.
On the right of the road stretched the forest of Seillon, like a shadowy sea, its sombre billows undulating and moaning in the night wind.

Half a mile beyond Sue the rider turned his horse across country toward the forest, which, as he rode on, seemed to advance toward him.