D'Arblay and his two companions had been engaged, for ten days, in visiting the Huguenots within a circuit of four or five leagues round Toulouse, when they learned that their movements had been reported to the authorities there.

They had one day halted as usual in a wood, when the soldier on the lookout ran in and reported that a body of horsemen, some forty or fifty strong, were approaching at a gallop by the road from the city.
"They may not be after us," D'Arblay said, "but at any rate, they shall not catch us napping." Girths were hastily tightened, armour buckled on, and all took their places in their saddles.

It was too late to retreat, for the wood was a small one, and the country around open.

As the horsemen approached the wood they slackened speed; and presently halted, facing it.
"Some spy has tracked us here," D'Arblay said; "but it is one thing to track the game, another to capture it.

Let us see what these gentlemen of Toulouse are going to do.