"Remember we've only got eight shots and we must wait." "Let us have lights," cried the commander of the squadron.

"Here, take one of those wagons and----" In a few moments a bright fire was blazing in the courtyard.
"The shots came from those windows," continued the Russian.

"Keep out of the way and---- Isn't that a window open up there ?" "It is, it is!" came the answer from a dozen throats.
All the talk being in Russian was, of course, not understood by the two Frenchmen.
"One of you climb up there," continued the Russian.

"You see the spout, and the coping, that buttress?
Ten roubles to the man who does it." A soldier sprang forward.

Those within could hear his heavy body rub along the wall.