enemies."

I could not help furtively watching the workings of La Croissette's
face as he listened to these words of the Psalmist, so appropriate and
pathetic. He started as if shot when touched by some one behind; and
the next instant M. Bourdinave stood among us.




CHAPTER VIII.

PERSECUTED, YET NOT FORSAKEN.


"My father!" exclaimed the girls, and flew into his arms. The next
instant the bellowing recommenced.

"What is that?" cried M. Bourdinave, starting.

"One of the bulls intended for baiting," said my father.

"Ah, what a vicinity to find you in?" said M. Bourdinave.

"Better, my dear friend, than the captives of old had in this very
dungeon. And now, what news? Where have you been?"

"I'd better go; I'm not wanted." muttered La Croissette, heard only by
me, and then retiring.