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"Ferry!" he rapped out, laconically.
The ferryman, a burly scoundrel well known to him, turned aside to
pick up a lantern, and came forth as he was bidden. As he stepped
from the little porch, he levelled the lantern so that its light
fell on the face of this traveller.
"My God!" he ejaculated.
"You realize, I see, that I am pressed," said Andre-Louis, his eyes
on the fellow's startled countenance.
"And well you may be with the gallows waiting for you at Rennes,"
growled the ferryman. "Since you've been so foolish as to come
back to Gavrillac, you had better go again as quickly as you can.
I will say nothing of having seen you."
"I thank you, Fresnel. Your advice accords with my intention. That
is why I need the boat."
"Ah, that, no," said Fresnel, with determination. "I'll hold my
peace, but it's as much as my skin is worth to help you.
"You need not have seen my face. Forget that you have seen it."
"I'll do that, monsieur. But that is all I will do. I cannot put
you across the river."
"Then give me the key of the boat, and I will put myself across.


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