Her lips apart, her eyes full of excitement, she turned hastily to Fanchette.
'Ay, go if you like,' the woman answered doggedly, reading the meaning of her look.

'There cannot be a greater villain than the one we know of.

But once started, heaven help us, for if he overtakes us we'll pay dearly for it!' The girl did not speak herself, but it was enough.

The noise at the door increased each second, and began to be mingled with angry appeals to Fanchette to open, and with threats in case she delayed.

I cut the matter short by snatching up one of the saddle-bags--the other we left behind--and flung back the curtain which covered the window.