Wild with rage he made a stroke at her, but at that instant his scimitar was struck aside by a youth covered with the smoke and grime of battle.

He caught up the child to his arms, and hurried with her through the melee to the watchmaker's doorway.

There stood a terror-stricken woman--Madame Landresse, who had just made her way into the square.

Placing the child, in her arms, Philip d'Avranche staggered inside the house, faint and bleeding from a wound in the shoulder.

The battle of Jersey was over.
"Ah bah!" said Dormy Jamais from the roof of the Cohue Royale; "now I'll toll the bell for that achocre of a Frenchman.