"Stop, or I'll fire!" she called again, and she aimed her musket at the foremost assailants.
Every face turned in her direction, for her voice had rung out clear as music.

For an instant there was silence--the levelled musket had a deadly look, and the girl seemed determined.

Her fingers, her whole body, trembled; but there was no mistaking the strong will, the indignant purpose.
All at once in the pause another sound was heard.

It was a quick tramp, tramp, tramp! and suddenly under the prison archway came running an officer of the King's navy with a company of sailors.

The officer, with drawn sword, his men following with cutlasses, drove a way through the mob, who scattered before them like sheep.
Delagarde threw aside his hammer, and saluted the officer.