"Let us go," said the leader of the barricade.
"I shall remain," said Pierre Tissié.
"And I also," said the boy.
And the boy added,—
"I have neither father nor mother. As well this as anything else."
The leader fired his last shot, and retired like the others over the lower part of the barricade. A volley knocked off his hat. He stooped down and picked it up again. The soldiers were not more than twenty-five paces distant.
He shouted to the two who remained,—
"Come along!"
"No," said Pierre Tissié.
"No," said the boy.