"Do not stir, messieurs, or you are dead men." Both, although encumbered
by their burden, laid their hands upon their swords.

"Not a movement, not a sound, or I shoot."

There was no reply to this argument, it being a convincing one even for
two duellists. The bravest man turns pale when he finds himself face to
face with sudden inevitable death, and he who threatened seemed to be one
who would, without hesitation, carry out his threats. There was nothing
for it but obedience, or a ball through them as they stood.

"What do you want with us, sir?" asked Jeannin.

Quennebert, without changing his attitude, replied--

"Commander de Jars, and you, Messire Jeannin de Castille, king's
treasurer,--you see, my gentles, that besides the advantage of arms which
strike swiftly and surely, I have the further advantage of knowing who
you are, whilst I am myself unknown,--you will carry the wounded man into
this house, into which I will not enter, for I have nothing to do within;
but I shall remain here; to await your return. After you have handed over
the patient to the doctor, you will procure paper and write---now pay
great attention--that on November 20th, 1658, about midnight, you, aided
by an unknown man, carried to this house, the address of which you will
give, a young man whom you call the Chevalier de Moranges, and pass off
as your nephew--"

"As he really is."

"Very well."