The crowd, which grew each moment, knew nothing of pursuers or pursued.

On the contrary, a cry went up that the riders were Huguenots, and that the Huguenots were rising and slaying the Catholics; and as no story was too improbable for those days, and this was one constantly set about, first one stone flew, and then another, and another.

A man with a staff darted forward and struck Badelon on the shoulder, two or three others pressed in and jostled the riders; and if three of Tavannes' following had not run out on the instant and faced the mob with their pikes, and for a moment forced them to give back, the prisoners would have been rescued at the very door of the inn.

As it was they were dragged in, and the gates were flung to and barred in the nick of time.

Another moment, almost another second, and the mob had seized them.