CHAPTER 17A ROUTE FORMIDABLE
For a few seconds Worrals gazed at the unearthly spectacle of men dropping from the skies through a smoky, orange-tinted atmosphere, towards what might have been a crater of a volcano; for in more than one place the flares had set fire to the dry grass, which gave the plateau the appearance of a veritable inferno.
“Von Brandisch is going to finish the job while he’s at it,” she remarked grimly. She looked at Louis. “The affair, old brigand, becomes serious. We may hide here for a while, but if daylight finds us on the causse we shan’t have a chance. We’ve got to get off it, and out of the district. In a few hours the Cévennes will be alive with police and spies. Every road will be watched. Can you show us a way down?”
Louis pulled his lower lip. “There is a
