"Down with the Bastile!"
Sebastian wished to cling to Billet, but he gently put him aside.
"Your father bade you hope and have patience while you worked. Well, we are going to work, too—only the other name for our work is slaying and destroying."
The youth did not say a word, but hiding his face in his hands he went off into spasms which compelled them to take him into the sick ward.
"On, to the Bastile!" called out Billet.
"To the Bastile," echoed Pitou.
"To the Bastile," thundered three thousand persons, a cry which was to become that of the entire population of Paris.
[CHAPTER X.]
BLOWING HOT AND COLD.