The horse was already in full trot when Prince des Boscenos, Count Clena, and M.de La Trumelle knocked the driver off his seat.

Then, making the animal back and pushing the spokes of the wheels, they ran the vehicle on to the parapet of the bridge, whence they overturned it into the river amid the cheers of the delirious crowd.

With a resounding splash a jet of water rose upwards, and then nothing but a slight eddy was to be seen on the surface of the stream.
Almost immediately comrades Dagobert and Varambille, with the help of the seven hundred disguised Pyrotists, sent Prince des Boscenos head foremost into a river-laundry in which he was lamentably swallowed up.
Serene night descended over the Place du Palais and shed silence and peace upon the frightful ruins with which it was strewed.

In the mean time, Colomban, three thousand yards down the stream, cowering beside a lame old horse on a bridge, was meditating on the ignorance and injustice of crowds.
"The business," said he to himself, "is even more troublesome than I believed.

I foresee fresh difficulties." He got up and approached the unhappy animal.
"What have you, poor friend, done to them ?" said he.