In the infernal din of that fight upon the stairs they had not caught the sound of this approach until now that the new-comers--whoever they might be--were at the very gates of Bellecour.
From the mob in the yard there came a sudden outcry.

Men sprang to the door of the Chateau and shouted to those within.
"Aux Armes," was the cry.

"A nous, d nous!" And in response to it the assailants turned tail, and dashed down the stairs, overleaping the dead bodies that were piled upon them, and many a man slipping in that shambles and ending the descent on his back.

Out into the courtyard they swept: leaving that handful of gentlemen, their fine clothes disordered, splashed with blood and grimed with powder, to question one another touching this portent, this miracle that seemed wrought by Heaven for their salvation..