"You will have Montfaucon if you do not quickly go to your homes!" At which, and at the glare of his eye, the more timid took fright.
Feeling his gaze upon them, seeing that he had no intention of withdrawing, they began to sneak away by ones and twos.

Soon others missed them and took the alarm, and followed.

A moment and scores were streaming away through lanes and alleys and along the main street.

At last the bolder and more turbulent found themselves a remnant.

They glanced uneasily at one another and at Tavannes, took fright in their turn, and plunging into the current hastened away, raising now and then as they passed through the streets a cry of "Vive Montsoreau! Montsoreau!"-- which was not without its menace for the morrow.
Count Hannibal waited motionless until no more than half a dozen groups remained in the open.