mbs
are broken, and that at every jar you must give a cry."

"Ah! ah!" cried Coconnas, as the two assistants advanced.

"Come! come! Courage," said Caboche, "if you cry out already, what will
you do in a little while?"

"My dear Caboche," said Coconnas, "do not have me touched, I beg, by
your estimable acolytes; perhaps their hands are not as light as yours."

"Place the litter near the racks," said Caboche.

The attendants obeyed. Maitre Caboche raised Coconnas in his arms as if
he were a child and laid him in the litter, but in spite of every care
Coconnas uttered loud shrieks.

The jailer appeared with a lantern.

"To the chapel," said he.

The bearers started after Coconnas had given Caboche a second grasp of
the hand. The first had been of too much use to the Piedmontese for him
not to repeat it.

CHAPTER LIX.

THE CHAPEL.

In profound silence the mournful procession crossed the two drawbridges
of the fortress and the courtyard which leads to the chapel, through the
windows of which a pale light colored the white faces of the red-robed
priests.

Coconnas eagerly breathed the night air, although it was heavy with
rain. He looked at the profound darkness and rejoiced that everything
seemed propitious for the flight of himself and his companion. It
required all his will-power, all his prudence, all his self-control to
keep from springing from the litter when on entering the chapel he
perceived near the choir, three feet from the altar, a figure wrapped in
a great white cloak.

It was La Mole.

The two soldiers who accompanied the litter stopped outside of the door.

"Since they have done us the final favor of once more leaving us
together," said Coconnas in a drawling voice, "take me to my friend."

The bearers had had no different order, and made no objection to
assenting to Coconnas's demand.

La Mole was gloomy and pale; his head rested against the marble wall;
his black hair, bathed with profuse perspiration, gave to his face the
dull pallor of ivory, and seemed still to stand on end.

At a sign from the turnkey the two attendants went to find the priest
for whom Coconnas had asked.

This was the signal agreed on.

Coconnas followed them with anxious eyes; but he was not the only one
whose glance was riveted on them.

Scarcely had they disappeared when two women rushed from behind the
altar and hurried to the choir with cries of joy, rousing the air like a
warm and restless bre