It is easy to guess what had happened. Roland had not wasted his time with the captain of gendarmerie and the colonel of dragoons. They on their side did not forget that they had their own revenge to take.  
Roland had informed them of the subterranean¹ passage that led from the church of Brou to the grotto² of Ceyzeriat. At nine in the evening the captain and the eighteen men under his command were to go to the church, descend³ into the burial vault⁴ of the Dukes of Savoy, and prevent with their bayonets all communication between the subterranean passage and the quarry⁵.
 
Roland, at the head of twenty men, was to inclose the woods in a semicircle, drawing in upon it until the two ends should meet at the grotto of Ceyzeriat. The first movement of the party was to be made at nine o’clock, in conjunction with the captain of the gendarmerie.
 
We have seen, from what Morgan told Amélie, the nature of the present intentions of the Companions of Jehu. The news brought from Mittau and from Brittany had put them at ease. Each man felt that he was free, and, knowing that the struggle had been a hopeless one, he rejoiced in his liberty.
 
There was therefore a full meeting at the grotto of Ceyzeriat, almost a fête. At twelve o’clock the Companions of Jehu were to separate, and each one, according to his facilities, was to cross the frontier and leave France.
 
We know how their leader employed his last moments. The others, who had not the same ties of the heart, were supping together in the broad open space of the quarry, brilliantly illuminated⁶—a feast of separation and farewell; for, once out of France, the Vendée and Brittany pacificated, Condé’s army destroyed, who knew when and where they should meet again in foreign lands.
 
Suddenly the report of a shot fell upon their ears.
 
Every man sprang to his feet as if moved by an electric shock. A second shot, and then through the depths of the quarry rang the cry, quivering on the wings of the bird of ill-omen, “To arms!”
 
To the Companions of Jehu, subjected to all the vicissitudes⁷ of life of an outlaw⁸, the occasional rest they snatched was never that of peace. Pistols, daggers⁹, carbines, were ever near at hand. At the cry, given no doubt by the sentinel, each man sprang to his weapons and stood with panting breast and strained ears, waiting.
 
In the midst of the silence a step as rapid as well could be in the darkness was heard. Then, within the circle of light thrown by the torches and candles, a man appeared.
 
“To arms!” he cried again, “we are attacked!”
 
The two shots the Companions of Jehu had heard were from the double-barrelled gun of the sentry¹⁰. It was he who now appeared, his smoking gun in his hand.
 
“Where is Morgan?” cried twenty voices.
 
“Absent,” replied Montbar; “consequently I command. Put out the lights and retreat to the church. A fight is useless now. It would only be waste of blood.”
 
He was obeyed with an alacrity¹¹ that showed that every one appreciated the danger. The little company drew together in the darkness.
 
Montbar, who knew the windings¹² of the subterranean passage almost as well as Morgan, directed the troop, and, followed by his companions, he plunged¹³ into the heart of the quarry. Suddenly, as he neared the gate of the passage, he fancied he heard an order given in a low tone not fifty feet away, then a sound like the cocking of guns. He stretched out both arms and muttered in a low voice:
 
“Halt!” At the same instant came the command, this time perfectly¹⁴ audible: “Fire!”
 
It was hardly given before the cavern¹⁵ was lighted with a glare, followed by a frightful¹⁶ volley. Ten carbines had been discharged at once into the narrow passage. By their light Montbar and his companions recognized the uniform of the gendarmes¹⁷.
 
“Fire!” cried Montbar in turn.
 
Seven or eight shots answered the command. Again the darkness was illuminated. Two of the Companions of Jehu lay upon the ground, one killed outright¹⁸, the other mortally wounded.
 
“Our retreat is cut off, my friends,” cried Montbar. “To the right-about! If we have a chance, it is through the forest.”
 
The movement was executed with the precision of a military manoeuvre¹⁹. Montbar, again at the head of his companions, retraced²⁰ his steps. At that moment the gendarmes fired again. But no one replied. Those who had discharged their guns reloaded them. Those who had not, reserved their fire for the real struggle which was to come. One or two sighs alone told that the last volley of the gendarmes had not been without result.
 
At the end of five minutes Montbar stopped. The little party had reached the open space of the quarry.
 
“Are your pistols and guns all loaded?” he asked.
 
“Yes,” answered a dozen voices.
 
“Remember the order for those who fall into the hands of the police. We belong to the army of M. de Teyssonnet, and we are here to recruit men for the royalist cause. If they talk to us of mail-coaches and diligences, we don’t know what they mean.”
 
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