CHAPTER IX
THE AFTERMATH
Dusk of the following day was falling when the homing Andre-Louis
approached Gavrillac. Realizing fully what a hue and cry there
would presently be for the apostle of revolution who had summoned
the people of Nantes to arms, he desired as far as possible to
conceal the fact that he had been in that maritime city. Therefore
he made a wide detour, crossing the river at Bruz, and recrossing
it a little above Chavagne, so as to approach Gavrillac from the
north, and create the impression that he was returning from Rennes,
whither he was known to have gone two days ago.
Within a mile or so of the village he caught in the fading light
his first glimpse of a figure on horseback pacing slowly towards
him. But it was not until they had come within a few yards of each
other, and he observed that this cloaked figure was leaning forward
to peer at him, that he took much notice of it. And then he found
himself challenged almost at once by a woman's voice.
"It is you, Andre - at last!"
He drew rein, mildly surprised, to be assailed by another question,
impatiently, anxiously asked.
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