At sight of the panting figure coming up from the Coupee, it scuttled
and banged the doors tight. "Open! Open, you fools!" cried the
Senechal, and flung himself against the first door, while those inside,
under the sure belief that they were keeping out the devil, heaped
themselves against it to prevent him.
"Dolts! Idiots! Fools!" he cried. "It's me--the Senechal. I want your
help!" and at that a man peeped out from the next door to make sure this
was not just another wile of the devil.
"A lantern! Quick!" ordered the Senechal. "And a blanket and a rope--and
get ready a bed for a wounded man. Come you with me and help!"
"Mais, mon Gyu----!" began the man.
"We've killed the devil, and the Doctor's down there with him----"
"But we don't want him here, M. le Senechal," quavered a woman's voice,
in terror.
"Fools! It's Mr. Gard that is hurt. The devil's down in Coupee Bay, and
we've killed him for you."
"Ah then, Gyu marchi! Here's a blanket--and the lantern--rope's in barn.
You get a bed ready," to the woman, and they went off towards the
Coupee.
And mighty glad the Doctor was to see them coming.
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