The weapon missed the Chevalier, but laid low a centenier, who, though a municipal officer, had in the excitement lost his head like his neighbours.

This but increased the rage against the foreigner, and was another crime to lay to his charge.

A smuggler thereupon kicked him in the side.
At that moment there came a cry of indignation from a girl at an upper window of the Place.

The Chevalier evidently knew her, for even in his hard case he smiled; and then he heard another voice ring out over the heads of the crowd, strong, angry, determined.
From the Rue d'Driere a tall athletic man was hurrying.

He had on his shoulders a workman's hand basket, from which peeped a ship-builder's tools.