"To La Force."
Three men seized him and bore him, unresisting, to the shambles, while two more propelled Dossonville roughly forward.
Hardly was he in position when three piercing shrieks announced the death of the priest. Dossonville, shuddering despite his will, heard a voice cry boisterously:
"Eh, what a squeal the animal gave!"
The guards fell back, guarding his retreat, while Dossonville, disdaining to notice, felt rather than saw the Marseillais take his position at his side.
"Armand Roger Dossonville?"
"The same."
"Lieutenant in the National Guard?"
"Yes."
"You are accused of being in the Tuileries on the tenth day of August and of firing upon the Nation."