THE DEVIL'S POOL
to meet her, and give her back the things which she left behind, as well as what I owe her."
Germain had too honest a heart not to pause at hearing a story which, however unlikely, was not impossible. He fastened his penetrating gaze on the farmer, who submitted to the examination with a plentiful supply of impudence or of good faith.
"I wish to get at the bottom of this matter," said Germain; "and," continued he, suppressing his indignation, the girl lives in my village. "I know her. She can't be far away. Let 's ride on together; we shall find her, no doubt."
"You are right," said the farmer; "let 's move on; but if we do not find her before we reach the end of this road, I shall give up, for I must turn off toward Ardentes."
"Oh, oh!" thought the peasant, "I shall not part with you, even if I have to follow you around the Devil's Pool for twenty-four hours."
"Stop," said Germain suddenly, fixing his eyes on a clump of broom which waved in a peculiar manner. "Halloa! halloa! Petit Pierre, is that you, my child?"
The boy recognized his father's voice, and came out from the broom leaping like a young deer; but
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