They had established, in case of need, another ambulance in the Rue du Cadran. An opening had been effected at the corner of the barricade on this side, so that the wounded could be easily carried away.
Towards half-past nine in the evening a man came up to the barricade.
Jeanty Sarre recognized him.
"Good day, Denis," said he.
"Call me, Gaston," said the man.
"Why?"
"Because—"
"Are you your brother?"
"Yes, I am my brother. For to-day."
"Very well. Good-day, Gaston."