It was Gabrielle's brother who stood in peril; also Gabrielle herself.
Thus each thought, and drew their pistols as they ran.
The men of Varenac had not expected resistance.
The firing of pistols as two of the most enthusiastic of their number scaled the wall was something of a shock. Who were these new enemies?
Marcel Trouet did not answer the question, but, from a safer distance, screamed to good citizens to advance.
Once more the double report of firearms rang out from behind the ivy.
There was some heavy cursing amongst the crowd.
Aha! They were cunning, those two on the other side, but they did not know Varenac as Meldroc Tirais did. That crumbling corner near where the wood was stacked was unknown to them.
"Aux armes, citoyens."
But the shout of triumph came too soon. Back from the gate ran Michael Berrington, swift as sleuth-hound on its prey, with sword drawn.