Billet stopped an instant, folded his arms in token of defiance and, crossing glances for the last time with the exasperated governor, walked forth.
[CHAPTER XII.]
STORMING THE BASTILE.
Under the burning July sun the crowds awaited, shuddering with fever. Gonchon's men had joined in with Marat's, the suburbs hailing each other as brothers. Gonchon was at the head of his patriots but Marat had disappeared.
The scene on the open place was terrifying.
On seeing Billet the cheering was tremendous.
"He is a brave man," said Billet to Gonchon, "or rather I should say he is stubborn. He will not surrender the Bastile but will sustain the siege."
"Do you think he will hold out long?"
"To death."