"Baudin is killed."
The smoke rolled away from the end of the street.
"Look," said Alexander Rey to me.
I saw, a hundred steps before us, at the junction of the Rue de Cotte and the Rue Ste. Marguerite, a low barricade which the soldiers were pulling down. A corpse was being borne away.
It was Baudin.
CHAPTER III. THE ST. ANTOINE BARRICADE
This is what had happened.
During that same night, and as early as four o'clock in the morning, De Flotte was in the Faubourg St. Antoine. He was anxious, in case any movement took place before daylight, that a Representative of the People should be present, and he was one of those who, when the glorious insurrection of Right should burst forth, wished to unearth the paving-stones for the first barricade.