With a relief that made it difficult for her not to begin laughing again, she found it was Madame Lelanne and Monsieur Dubos.

They were carrying something between them.
She hardly recognized Dubos at first.

His beard was gone, and a line of flaming scars had taken its place.

They laid their burden on the table.
It was one of the wounded men from the hut.

They told her they were bringing down two more.