Gaspard caught him and drew him to his horse's side, for he recognised the landlord of the tavern where he had supped.
"What news, friend ?" he asked.
The man was in an anguish of terror, but he recognised his former guest.
"There is a band on the quay," he stammered.

"They are mad and do not know a Catholic when they see him.

They would have killed me, had not the good Father Antoine held them till I made off." "Who leads them ?" Gaspard asked, having a premonition.
"A tall man in crimson with a broken plume." "How many ?" "Maybe a hundred, and at least half are men-at-arms." Gaspard turned to Champernoun.
"We have found our quarry," he said.
Then he spoke to his following, and noted with comfort that it was now some hundred strong, and numbered many swords.

"There is a Huguenot band before us," he cried.

"They wear our crosses, and this honest fellow has barely escaped from them.