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many of you are there here?"
The voice which had shouted, "Who goes there?" answered,--
"
"
"
There are two of us."
Is that all?"
That is all."
They were in truth two,--two men who alone during that night, in that
solitary street, behind that heap of paving-stones, awaited the
onslaught of a regiment.
Both wore blouses; they were two workmen; with a few cartridges in their
pockets, and a musket upon each of their shoulders.
"So then," resumed the last-maker, in an impatient tone, "our friends
have not yet come!"
"
Well, then," I said to him, "let us wait for them."
The last-maker spoke for a short time in a low tone, and probably told
my name to one of the two defenders of the barricade, who came up to me
and saluted me. "Citizen Representative," said he, "it will be very warm
here shortly."
"In the meantime," answered I laughingly, "it is cold."
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