“One! Two! Three!”
The two shots made but one detonation.
An instant afterwards I saw Louis de Franchi turn round twice and then fall upon one knee.
M. de Chateau Renaud remained upright. The lappel of his coat had been shot through.
I rushed towards Louis de Franchi.
“You are wounded?” I said.
He attempted to reply, but in vain. A red froth appeared upon his lips.
At the same moment he let fall his pistol, and pressed his hand against his right side.
On looking closely, we perceived a tiny hole not large enough for the point of a little finger.