"Blow up the barricade!" a sergeant said, "and yourself too!"
Marius answered, "And myself too!"
And he lowered the torch toward the barrel of gunpowder; but there was no one left on the barricade. The assailants, leaving their dead and their wounded, fell back pell-mell and in disorder to the end of the street, and disappeared again in the night. It was a sauve qui peut.
The barricade was saved.
[CHAPTER V.]
END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE.
All surrounded Marius, and Courfeyrac fell on his neck.
"Here you are!"
"What happiness!" said Combeferre.