"At the gallop, Pommier! I will send others after you." The sergeant rose in his stirrups and growled an order.

The troopers wheeled about; another order, and they were off, their cantering hoofs thundering down the narrow street.
Rabecque clutched at the Lord Seneschal's arm.
"Stop them, monsieur!" he almost screamed in his excitement.

"Stop them! There is some snare, some trick in this." "Stop them ?" quoth the Seneschal.

"Are you mad ?" He shook off Rabecque's detaining hand, and left him, to cross the street again with ponderous and sluggish haste, no doubt to carry out his purpose of sending more troopers to the scene of the disturbance.
Rabecque swore angrily and bitterly, and his vexation had two entirely separate sources.

On the one hand his anxiety and affection for his master urged him to run at once to his assistance, whilst Tressan's removal of the troopers rendered it impossible for him to leave Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye unguarded--though what he should do with her if Garnache came not back at all, he did not at this stage pause to consider.