That same evening Felix and I went over to the Englishmen's camp. I had
expected to find some traces of excitement, and to hear them discussing
whether they should embark on the hazardous venture. Instead of that
they were lounging about as carelessly as if we had Drought the war to a
successful conclusion.

Roger came towards us smiling. "Well," said he, "your general has sprung
a surprise on us!"

"Will your comrades go with us?" I asked. "Have they talked the matter
over yet?"

"What is there to talk over? We are here to help, not to say what you
shall do. Of course we shall go. One part of France is the same to us as
another; but I fancy some of your own troops will elect to remain
behind."

"'Tis quite possible," I replied. "The venture is a daring one."

"The majority will march," declared Felix with enthusiasm; "a few of the
southerners may prefer to guard their own districts, but that is all. I
knew Coligny had some gigantic scheme in his head, but never dreamed of
this. It is glorious; it will be the talk of Europe."

"If it succeed," said Roger drily, "it will matter little whether
Europe talks or not; but in any case Coligny is staking everything on
one throw. If we get beaten, he cannot expect to raise another army."

"Do not let us think of defeat," I said, "and we shall stand a better
chance of winning a victory. There is no sense in gazing at the black