Dossonville stretched out his hand appealingly, but recognizing, himself, the impossibility of his position, he changed the gesture into one of command, and looking Maillard calmly in the face, said:
"Well, hurry it up then!"
"To La Force!"
Dossonville, wheeling to meet his escorts, found himself face to face with Javogues.
"Ah, traitor," the Marseillais cried, planting himself in his path with folded arms, "have I caught you at last?"
With a sneer, he turned contemptuously on his heel, while Dossonville, seized by his two guards, began the fatal journey. Already from the gates savage faces peered in expectation, while from the courtyard cries of warning arose:
"Another! Another!"
"Make ready, comrades!"
"A tall one this time!"