The cry of "Justice!" was repeated and circulated, with the information of what had been discovered; two barricades were forced, and despite three volleys of musketry, the archers were gradually driven back toward the centre of the square.

In vain they spurred their horses against the crowd; it overwhelmed them with its swelling waves.

Half an hour passed in this struggle, the guards still receding toward the pile, which they concealed as they pressed closer upon it.
"On! on!" cried a man; "we will deliver him; do not strike the soldiers, but let them fall back.

See, Heaven will not permit him to die! The fire is out; now, friend, one effort more! That is well! Throw down that horse! Forward! On!" The guard was broken and dispersed on all sides.

The crowd rushed to the pile, but no more light was there: all had disappeared, even the executioner.