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He alighted on it, and drove it deep into the quaking sliht-handed The peril was appalling, the

possibility untried, the chance one which only a doomed man would have

taken But he reached the straw-bale, and it gave hiain his balance, he could not even

for an instant stand upright on it But from its support he leapt on

convulsively, and, as a pike, flung froth in the slough--but forward, with his

outstretched hands resting on soil of a harder nature They sank, it is

true, to the elbow, but he dragged his body forward on theth--he could not free both,

and, as it was, half his face was subripped a balk of wood, which projected fro off the streae as he slowly drew hih, and stood froht, they had no firearether in the narrow

embrasure, they could take no aim with their pikes They could only look

on in furious i curses at hile of the building

Here for a score of yards a strip of hard foreshore ran betweenit until he reached the end of the wall; then

with a shuddering glance at the black heaving pit froled above the body of the hapless Maudron--a

tribute to horror which even his fierce nature could not withhold--he

turned and painfully cliht, but the effort had been suprerey and drawn Nevertheless, when he had

put fifty paces between his of the Arsenal he

paused, and turned He saw that the men had run to other hich

looked that way; and his face lightened and his form dilated with

triumph

He shook his fist at them "Ho, fools!" he cried, "you kill not Tavannes

so! Till our nextat Montfaucon, fare you well!"