had fallen among the soldiers, and, being half dead with terror, did nothing but sob in answer to their questions as to the number of the bandits, and the direction in which they had gone.
Colomba threw herself into her arms and whispered in her ear, "They are safe!" Then, turning to the sergeant, she said: "Sir, you can see this young lady knows none of the things you are trying to find out from her. Give us leave to go back to the village, where we are anxiously expected."
"You'll be taken there, and faster than you like, my beauty," rejoined the sergeant. "And you'll have to explain what you were after at this time of night with the ruffians who have just got away. I don't know what witchcraft those villains practise, but they certainly do bewitch the women—for wherever there are bandits about, you are dead certain to find pretty girls."
"You're very flattering, sergeant!" said Colomba, "but you'd do well to be careful what you say. This young lady is related to the prefect, and you'd better be careful of your language before her."
"A relation of the prefect's," whispered one of the soldiers to his chief. "Why, she does wear a hat!"
"Hats have nothing to do with it," said the
