From the higher standpoint he overlooked the square.
"What is going on over there?" he inquired, pointing towards a spot of commotion.
"Come, doctor, come," said the two countrymen together.
"The butchers," said the doctor.
At that instant Major Losme fell, struck down by a hatchet; in their hatred the people confounded the persecutor of the prisoners with the merciful warden.
"Let us begone," said the physician, "for I begin to be ashamed that such murderers let me out."
"Do not say that, doctor," reproved Billet, "those who stormed the Bastile are not the cutthroats yonder."
As they descended the steps which he had mounted to try to help Flesselles, the throng which had flowed through the doorway, was hurled forth. In the midst of the battling gathering one man was struggling.
"Take him to the Palais Royal," vociferated the thousands.
"Yes, my friends, yes, my good friends, to the Palais Royal," gasped this wretch.