human
What is it? he asked in a low voice, as the mousquetaire tightened his hand upon the rein of his horse and, bending forward over its jet-black mane, peered into the bushes of the side on which he rode; and also he noticed that his comrade put his hand to his long sword and, drawing it an inch or two from its scabbard once or twice, loosened it.
gpt
What is it, Boussac?
human
Take no notice, muttered the mousquetaire,
gpt
in a loud tone that might have been heard fifty yards off,
human
--then lowering it again,
gpt
; again in the loud voice assumed for the purpose,
human
Doubtless, replied St. Georges, in a similar voice; then sinking it, he asked beneath his teeth,
gpt
Why not warn me before?
human
Oh! red wine, monsieur, above all, replied Boussac, loudly.
gpt
There is little white grows here. Again lowering his tone:
human
I feared to distress, to alarm you. You had the child. Now I am forced to do so. He has been joined by five others at different points since we passed Flavigny. All armed and all masked. Yes, in the loud voice,
gpt
sinking it again.
human
I judge they mean attack. Well, we know _we are_ soldiers: they should be brigands, _larrons!_ Shall we encounter them, give them a chance to show who, and what they are?
gpt
Ay, said St. Georges.
human
Observe, here is a small church and graveyard; wheel in and let us await them. I see them now, even in the dusk.