I was now on a sort of causeway, and before me I saw a
dim light. Blind and dizzy, I ran on, staggered, and fell, rising,
covered with dust and blood.
"Halt la!"
The words sounded like a voice from heaven. A blaze of light
seemed to enwrap me, and I shouted with joy.
"Qui va la?" The rattle of musketry, the flash of steel before
my eyes. Instinctively I stopped, though close behind me came a
rush of my pursuers.
Another word or two, and out from a gateway poured, as it seemed
to me, a tide of red and blue, as the guard turned out. All around
seemed blazing with light, and the flash of steel, the clink and
rattle of arms, and the loud, harsh voices of command. As I fell
forward, utterly exhausted, a soldier caught me. I looked back in
dreadful expectation, and saw the mass of dark forms disappearing
into the night. Then I must have fainted. When I recovered my
senses I was in the guard room. They gave me brandy, and after
awhile I was able to tell them something of what had passed. Then a
commissary of police appeared, apparently out of the empty air, as
is the way of the Parisian police officer. He listened attentively,
and then had a moment's consultation with the officer in command.
Apparently they were agreed, for they asked me if I were ready now
to come with them.
"Where to?" I asked, rising to go.
"Back to the dust heaps. We shall, perhaps, catch them yet!"
"I shall try!" said I.
He eyed me for a moment keenly, and said suddenly:
"Would you like to wait awhile or till to-morrow, young
Englishman?" This touched me to the quick, as, perhaps, he
intended, and I jumped to my feet.
"Come now!" I said; "now! now! An Englishman is always ready for
his duty!"
The commissary was a good fellow, as well as a shrewd one; he
slapped my shoulder kindly. "Brave garcon!" he said. "Forgive me,
but I knew what would do you most good. The guard is ready.
Come!"
And so, passing right through the guard room, and through a long
vaulted passage, we were out into the night. A few of the men in
front had powerful lanterns. Through courtyards and down a sloping
way we passed out through a low archway to a sunken road, the same
that I had seen in my flight. The order was given to get at the
double, and with a quick, springing stride, half run, half walk,
the soldiers went swiftly along. I felt my strength renewed
again-such is the difference between hunter and hunted. A very
short distance took us to a low-lying pontoon bridge across the
stream, and evidently very little higher up than I had struck it.
Some effort had evidently been made to damage it, for the ropes had
all been cut, and one of the chains had been broken. I heard the
officer say to the commissary:
"We are just in time! A few more minutes, and they would have
destroyed the bridge. Forward, quicker still!" and on we went.
Again we reached a pontoon on the winding stream; as we came up we
heard the hollow boom of the metal drums as the efforts to destroy
the bridge was again renewed. A word of command was given, and
several men raised their rifles.
"Fire!" A volley rang out. There was a muffled cry, and the dark
forms dispersed. But the evil was done, and we saw the far end of
the pontoon swing into the stream. This was a serious delay, and it
was nearly an hour before we had renewed ropes and restored the
bridge sufficiently to allow us to cross.
We renewed the chase. Quicker, quicker we went towards the dust
heaps.
After a time we came to a place that I knew. There were the
remains of a fire-a few smouldering wood ashes still cast a red
glow, but the bulk of the ashes were cold. I knew the site of the
hut and the hill behind it up which I had rushed, and in the
flickering glow the eyes of the rats still shone with a sort of
phosphorescence.
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