Part 15 (1/2)

”Yet this _pauvre enfant_ escaped from Givet,” replied O'Brien. ”These Englishmen are devils from their birth.” The last room showed to O'Brien suited him, and he chose it--the woman not presuming to contradict a gendarme. As soon as they came down again, O'Brien ordered me to bed, and went upstairs with me. He bolted the door, and pulling me to the large chimney, we put our heads up, and whispered, that our conversation should not be heard. ”This man is not to be trusted,” said O'Brien, ”and we must give him the slip. I know my way out of the inn, and we must return the way we came, and then strike off in another direction.”

”But will he permit us?”

”Not if he can help it; but I shall soon find out his manoeuvres.”

O'Brien then went and stopped the key-hole, by hanging his handkerchief across it, and stripping himself of his gendarme uniform, put on his own clothes; then stuffed the blankets and pillows into the gendarme's dress, and laid it down on the outside of the bed, as if it were a man sleeping in his clothes--indeed it was an admirable deception. He laid his musket by the side of the image, and then did the same to my bed, making it appear as if there was a person asleep in it of my size, and putting my cap on the pillow. ”Now, Peter, we'll see if he is watching us. He will wait till he thinks we are asleep.” The light still remained in the room, and about an hour afterwards we heard a noise of one treading on the stairs, upon which, as agreed, we crept under the bed. The latch of our door was tried, and finding it open, which he did not expect, the gendarme entered, and looking at both beds, went away.

”Now,” said I, after the gendarme had gone down stairs, ”O'Brien, ought we not to escape?”

”I've been thinking of it, Peter, and I have come to a resolution that we can manage it better. He is certain to come again in an hour or two.

It is only eleven. Now, I'll play him a trick.” O'Brien then took one of the blankets, made it fast to the window, which he left wide open, and at the same time dissarranged the images he had made up, so as to let the gendarme perceive that they were counterfeit. We again crept under the bed; and as...o...b..ien foretold, in about an hour more the gendarme returned; our lamp was still burning, but he had a light of his own. He looked at the beds, perceived at once that he had been duped, went to the open window, and then exclaimed, ”_Sacre Dieu! Ils m'ont eschappes et je ne ne suis plus corporal. Foutre! a la cha.s.se_!” He rushed out of the room, and in a few minutes afterwards we heard him open the street door, and go away.

”That will do, Peter,” said O'Brien, laughing; ”now we'll be off also, although there's no great hurry.” O'Brien then resumed his dress of a gendarme; and about an hour afterwards we went down, and wis.h.i.+ng the hostess all happiness, quitted the cabaret, returning the same road by which we had come. ”Now, Peter,” said O'Brien, ”we're in a bit of a puzzle. This dress won't do any more, still there's a respectability about it which will not allow me to put it off till the last moment.”

We walked on till daylight, when we hid ourselves in a copse of trees.

Our money was not exhausted, as I had drawn upon my father for 60 pounds, which, with the disadvantageous exchange, had given me fifty Napoleons. On the fifth day, being then six days from the forest of Ardennes, we hid ourselves in a small wood, about a quarter of a mile from the road. I remained there, while O'Brien, as a gendarme, went to obtain provisions. As usual, I looked out for the best shelter during his absence, and what was my horror at falling in with a man and woman who lay dead in the snow, having evidently perished from the inclemency of the weather. Just as I discovered them, O'Brien returned, and I told him: he went with me to view the bodies. They were dressed in a strange attire, ribands pinned upon their clothes, and two pairs of very high stilts lying by their sides. O'Brien surveyed them, and then said, ”Peter, this is the very best thing that could have happened to us. We may now walk through France without soiling our feet with the cursed country.”

”How do you mean?”

”I mean,” said he, ”that these are the people that we met near Montpelier, who came from the landes, walking about on their stilts for the amus.e.m.e.nt of others, to obtain money. In their own country they are obliged to walk so. Now, Peter, it appears to me that the man's clothes will fit me, and the girl's (poor creature, how pretty she looks, cold in death!) will fit you. All we have to do is to practise a little, and then away we start.”

O'Brien then, with some difficulty, pulled off the man's jacket and trowsers, and having so done, buried him in the snow. The poor girl was despoiled of her gown and upper petticoat with every decency, and also buried. We collected the clothes and stilts, and removed to another quarter, where we pitched upon a hovel and took our meal. ”Peter,” said O'Brien, ”lie down and sleep, and I'll keep the watch. Not a word, I will have it--down at once.”

I did so, and in a very few minutes was fast asleep, for I was worn out with cold and fatigue. Just as the day broke, O'Brien roused me; he had stood sentry all night, and looked very haggard.

”O'Brien, you are ill,” said I.

”Not a bit; but I've emptied the brandy-flask; and that's a bad job.

However, it is to be remedied.”

I did not go to sleep again for some time, I was so anxious to see O'Brien fast asleep. He went in and out several times, during which I pretended to be fast asleep; at last it rained in torrents, and then he laid down, and in a few minutes, overpowered by nature, he fell fast asleep, snoring so loudly that I was afraid some one would hear us. I then got up and watched, occasionally lying down and slumbering awhile, and then going down to the door.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

EXALTED WITH OUR SUCCESS, WE MARCH THROUGH FRANCE WITHOUT TOUCHING THE GROUND--I BECOME FEMININE--WE ARE VOLUNTARY CONSCRIPTS.

At day-break I called O'Brien, who jumped up in a great hurry.

”Sure I've been asleep, Peter.”

”Yes, you have,” replied I, ”and I thank Heaven that you have, for no one could stand such fatigue as you have much longer; and if you fall ill, what will become of me?” This was touching him on the right point.

”Well, Peter, since there's no harm come of it, there's no harm done.

I've had sleep enough for the next week, that's certain.”

We returned to the wood; the snow had disappeared, and the rain ceased; the sun shone out from between the clouds, and we felt warm.

”Don't pa.s.s so near that way,” said O'Brien, ”we shall see the poor creatures, now that the sun is gone. Peter, we must s.h.i.+ft our quarters to-night, for I have been to every cabaret in the village, and I cannot go there any more without suspicion, although I am a gendarme.”