e throat.

The Marquis was enraged with himself that he had taken no arms with him.
He had supposed that he would not have the smallest difficulty in
bending the old man to his will. Why had he not leaped at the fellow's
throat when he opened the door?

They had reached the rocks near the cataract, when Cyprien, seizing the
arm of the Marquis, cried:

"Listen!"

The cataract roared through the narrow passage, but this was not all.
What was that sound of crashing rocks? They soon discovered. Huge
blocks of granite had rolled down from above, diverting the course of
the water, which now tumbled down on the highway like a sheet of foam.
And what was this behind them? Another great sheet of water coming on.
The flood was pursuing them. The two men began to run. Suddenly the
Marquis stumbled and fell. The water swept over him and carried him
toward the abyss.

"Help! Help!" cried Fongereues.

Cyprien gathered together all his strength for one mighty effort--he was
saved!

The Marquis clung to the trunk of a pine tree that grew close to the
precipice. The water rolled over his head and blinded him, but did not
succeed in washing him away. Suddenly, from the summit of the rocks,
came a voice.

"Courage!" it cried, "courage!"

The voice came from a man, but how did any man maintain a foothold
there? He descended the rock, crying all the time: "Courage! Courage!"
Suddenly his hands ceased to clutch the rocks, and he dropped. The water
rose to his knees, but tempestuous as was the rush, he maintained his
footing.

The voice that had shouted for assistance was growing weaker. But
Fanfar, for he it was, soon found the Marquis, but just as he had
succeeded in reaching him he slipped, and believed himself lost.

No, a strong hand grasped his arm and drew him up, but the burthen was
heavy, for the Marquis was unconscious. Slowly, very slowly, Fanfar
raised his load and himself, and finally sank upon the turf above,
nearly as unconscious as the Marquis.

Fortunately, a small lantern, which Fanfar wore at his belt, was not
broken; he lighted it and examined the face of the man he had rescued.

Yes, Fanfar, the resemblance is great. This is the brother of the man
who died at Leigoutte. This is the man who outraged a woman one terrible
night, and that woman was the sister of Simon's wife, and this man, who
was then the Vicomte de Talizac, is to-day the Marquis de Fongereues.
This man is your father! Does Fanfar know all