"One minute!" he cried breathlessly.

"Let me explain!" "You!" the more sober retorted, glaring fiercely at him.

"Who the devil are you?
And where have you been ?" "Quiet, man, quiet!" "What is it ?" "Treason!" Claude answered, imploring silence by a gesture.

"Treason! That is what it is! But for God's sake, no noise! No noise, man, or our throats are as good as cut! Savoy has the wall!" The man stared, and no wonder.

"You are mad," he said, "or drunk! Savoy----" "Fool, it is so!" Claude cried, beside himself with impatience.
"Savoy ?" "They are under the trees on the ramparts within a few yards of us now! Three hundred of them! A word and you will feel their pikes in your breast! Listen to me!" But with a laugh of derision the drunken man cut him short.