He went up excitedly to the Chink, who sat behind the row of bottles along the bar.
“Well, what's happening?”
“Where?”
“By the Gare de l'Est, where they were putting up barricades?”
“Barricades!” shouted a young man in a red sash who was drinking at a table. “Why, they tore down some of the iron guards round the trees, if you call that barricades. But they're cowards. Whenever the cops charge they run. They're dirty cowards.”
“D'you think anything's going to happen?”
“What can happen when you've got nothing but a bunch of dirty cowards?”
“What d'you think about it?” said Andrews, turning to the Chink.
The Chink shook his head without answering. Andrews went out.
When he cams back he found Al and Chrisfield alone in their room. Chrisfield was walking up and down, biting his finger nails. On the wall opposite the window was a square of sunshine reflected from the opposite wall of the Court.