CHAPTER 10: Preparations For A Rescue.
"I have no accommodation for you here, citizens," a voice said, as Jean Martin and Leigh rode into the little courtyard, and a man with a wooden leg came out from the side door of the inn.
"I think you might be able to manage for us, Brenon," Jean said.
"Mon Dieu! it is--" Jean held up his hand sharply.
"Yes, it is I, Citizen Gallon, from Vallet.

It is not often that I stir so far from home, but I had business here." "Well, well, I will see what I can do for you, comrade; but as you know, I don't profess to take in horses.

My clients come from the waterside, and generally my stable is full of their baskets and ropes.

However, I will see what I can do.

I will tie them up in that shed, for the present, and then clear out a stall for them afterwards." The horses were led to a shed, encumbered with fishing gear of all sorts.
"What madness has seized you, mon capitaine, to put your head into this lion's den ?" "I will tell you presently, Brenon, when we get inside.