"Their tracks," I replied.
Even in this short phrase my voice was quivering with emotion. He might
easily have noticed my agitation, and yet he did not seem to do so.
"Only their tracks, Monsieur! Whither did they lead?"
"To the Levee Road. No doubt they have returned towards the city. We
need have no farther dependence on them."
"Then I shall go to Bringiers at once?"
This was put hypothetically.
The proposal gave me pleasure. I wished him away.