letters, and there was still enough daylight to read them He read this,—
"The French Republic, one and indivisible.
"We, Prieur de la Marne, active representative of the people near the army of the coast of Cherbourg, order: The former Marquis de Lantenac, viscount de Fontenay, the so-called prince of Brittany, secretly landed on the coast of Granville, is declared an outlaw. A price is put on his head. The sum of sixty thousand livres will be paid to him who will deliver him up, dead or alive. This sum will not be paid in assignats, but in gold. A battalion of the army of the coast of Cherbourg will be sent immediately in pursuit of the former Marquis de Lantenac. The parishes are ordered to lend every assistance. Given at the town hall of Granville, this second day of June, 1793. Signed
"Prieur de la Marne."
Underneath this name there was another signature in much smaller characters, which was not legible, because there was so little daylight left.
The old man pulled down his hat over his eyes, drew his cloak closely up under his chin, and went quickly down the dune. It was evidently unsafe to remain longer on this prominent summit.
He had possibly stayed there too long already; the top of the dune was the only point in the whole landscape which still remained visible.
When he reached the foot of the dune and was in darkness, he walked more slowly.
He started to go, as he had planned, towards the farm, probably having good reasons for thinking he would be safe in this direction.
Everything was deserted. It was an hour when there were no passers-by. He stopped behind a thicket, took off his cloak, turned the hairy side of his vest out, fastened his ragged cloak around his neck again by the cord, and started on his way.
It was bright moonlight.
He came to a place where two roads met and where there stood an old stone cross. On the pedestal of the cross, he noticed a white square, probably a placard like the one he had just read. He went nearer to it.
"Where are you going?" said a voice.
He turned around.
A man was there in the thicket, tall like himself, old