I checked my horse.
'Why?' I said rebelliously. 'Do you think I do not
know the road? The road we are in is the way to Auch.'
'To Auch--yes,' he answered bluntly. 'But we are not
going to Auch,'
'Whither then?' I said angrily.
'You will see presently,' he replied with an ugly smile.
'Yes, but I will know now!' I retorted, passion getting
the better of me. 'I have come so far with you. You
will find it more easy to take me farther if you tell me
your plans.'
'You are a fool!' he cried with a snarl.
'Not so,' I answered. 'I ask only to know whither I am
going.'
'Into Spain,' he said. 'Will that satisfy you?'
'And what will you do with me there?' I asked, my heart
giving a great bound.
'Hand you over to some friends of ours,' he answered
curtly, 'if you behave yourself. If not, there is a
shorter way, and one that will save us some travelling.
Make up your mind, Monsieur. Which shall it be?'
CHAPTER VI
So that was their plan. Two or three hours to the southward, the
long, white, glittering wall stretched east and west above the
brown woods.
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