I found that he was not following me.

He had sprung away, and in a dozen strides reached the Vidame's stirrup, and was clasping his knee when I turned.

I could not hear at the distance at which I stood, what he said, and the horseman to whom Bezers had committed us spurred between us.

But I heard the Vidame's answer.
"No! no! no!" he cried with a ring of restrained fury in his voice.
"Let my plans alone! What do you know of them?
And if you speak to me again, M.St.Croix--I think that is your name, boy--I will--no, I will not kill you.

That might please you, you are stubborn, I can see.