"Not Monsieur de Garnache ?" "Helas! yes," groaned the other.

"It was a snare, a guet-apens to which they led us.

Four of them set upon us in the Champs aux Capuchins.

As long as he lived, I stood beside him.

But seeing him fallen, I come for help." "My God!" sobbed Rabecque, and loosed his grasp of Monsieur Gaubert's shoulder.
"Who did it ?" inquired Tressan, and his voice rumbled fiercely.
"I know not who they were.