XXVII
A SIDE-WIND OF REVENGE
I knew it was Doltaire's life or mine, and I shrank from desecrating
this holy place; but our bitter case would warrant this, and more.
As I came quickly through the hall, and round the corner where stood
Gabord, I saw a soldier talking with the Mother Superior.
"He is not dead?" I heard her say.
"No, holy Mother," was the answer, "but sorely wounded. He was
testing the fire-organs for the rafts, and one exploded too soon."
At that moment the Mother turned to me, and seemed startled by
my look. "What is it?" she whispered.
"He would carry her off," I replied.
"He shall never do so," was her quick answer. "Her father, the
good Seigneur, has been wounded, and she must go to him."
"I will take her," said I at once, and I moved to open the door.
At that moment I caught Gabord's eye. There I read what caused me
to pause. If I declared myself now, Gabord's life would pay for his
friendship to me--even if I killed Doltaire; for the matter would
be open to all then just the same. That I could not do, for the man
had done me kindnesses dangerous to himself. Besides, he was a true
soldier, and disgrace itself would be to him as bad as the drum-head
court-martial. I made up my mind to another course even as the
perturbed "aho" which followed our glance fell from his puffing lips.
"But no, holy Mother," said I, and I whispered in her ear.
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