"I say, Father Billet, are we to make a long job of this?" asked Pitou when they had gone some thirty strides.
"Up to that gateway."
"I can go it," replied the young man laconically, as he saw it was about as much farther and the crowd, having an inkling of the plan, cheered them.
Besides, some helped to carry and the beam went on much more rapidly. In five minutes they stood before the gates.
"Now, then, heave and all together," said Billet.
"I understand," said Pitou. "This is what the ancient Romans called a battering-ram."
The piece of timber set going, was banged with a terrible blow against the gate lock.
The military on guard within the gardens, ran to check this inroad. But at the third swing the gates yielded, and the multitude flowed into the dark gap.
By the movement, Prince Lambesq perceived that the netted rioters had found an outlet. Rage mastered him to see his prisoners escape. He started his horse forward to learn what was the matter, when his men, thinking he was leading a charge, followed him closely. The horses were heated with their recent work, and could not be restrained. Thirsting for retaliation for their check on Palais Royale Square, the men did not probably try hard to restrain them.
The prince, seeing that it was impossible to stop the movement, let himself be carried away, and a shriek of frightful intensity from women and children rose to heaven as a claim for its vengeance.