ThemanwiththelanternwalkedstraighttothepointoftheTerrain。There，attheverybrinkofthewater，stoodthewormeatenremainsofafenceofpostslatticedwithlaths，whereonalowvinespreadoutafewthinbrancheslikethefingersofanoutspreadhand。Behind，intheshadowcastbythistrellis，alittleboatlayconcealed。ThemanmadeasigntoGringoireandhiscompaniontoenter。Thegoatfollowedthem。Themanwasthelasttostepin。Thenhecuttheboat’smoorings，pusheditfromtheshorewithalongboat-
hook，and，seizingtwooars，seatedhimselfinthebow，rowingwithallhismighttowardsmidstream。TheSeineisveryrapidatthispoint，andhehadagooddealoftroubleinleavingthepointoftheisland。
Gringoire’sfirstcareonenteringtheboatwastoplacethegoatonhisknees。Hetookapositioninthestern；andtheyounggirl，whomthestrangerinspiredwithanindefinableuneasiness，seatedherselfclosetothepoet。
Whenourphilosopherfelttheboatsway，heclappedhishandsandkissedDjalibetweenthehorns。
\"Oh！\"saidhe，\"nowwearesafe，allfourofus。\"