30/35 In front a herd of pigs routed among the mast, and grunted lazily; and high above us a boy lay watching them. 'We part here,' I said to my companion. 'The sooner the better!' he answered with a snarl. 'And I hope I may never see your face again, Monsieur.' But when we came to the wooden cross at the fork of the roads, and were about to part, the boy we had seen leapt out of the fern and came to meet us. 'What is it ?' 'There are soldiers in the village.' 'Soldiers,' Antoine cried incredulously. |