Try as he would, the thirst of these men for vengeance appalled him.
"How ?" he said.

"He has a score and more with him and you are only six." "Seven now," Tignonville answered with a smile.
"True, but--" "And he lies to-night at La Fleche?
That is so ?" "It was his intention this morning." "At the old King's Inn at the meeting of the great roads ?" "It was mentioned," La Tribe admitted, with a reluctance he did not comprehend.

"But if the night be fair he is as like as not to lie in the fields." One of the men pointed to the sky.

A dark bank of cloud fresh risen from the ocean, and big with tempest, hung low in the west.
"See! God will deliver him into our hands!" he cried.
Tignonville nodded.

"If he lie there," he said, "He will." And then to one of his followers, as he dismounted, "Do you ride on," he said, "and stand guard that we be not surprised.