However, the captain had managed to communicate the fire to the match of his musket, but just as he was raising it to his shoulder, Antragues gave him such a furious blow upon the fingers that he dropped it. “Kill him! kill him!” cried several voices, “do not let him escape!” “Ah!” said Antragues, “just now you would not let me come in, now you will not let me go out. Take care, that will change my tactics, and instead of the flat of my sword, I will use the point--instead of cutting the halberts, I will cut the wrists. Now, will you let me go?” “No, no, he is tired, kill him!” “Well, then, take care of your hands!” Scarcely had he spoken when another cavalier appeared, riding furiously also, and who cried out as he approached: “Antragues, what are you doing among all these bourgeois?” “Livarot!” cried Antragues. “Mon Dieu, you are welcome; Montjoie and St. Denis, to the rescue!” “I heard four hours ago that you were before me, and I have been trying to catch you. But what is the matter; do they want to massacre you?” “Yes, they will neither let me in nor out.” “Gentlemen!” said Livarot, “will you please to step either to the right or left, and let us pass.” “They insult us! kill them!” cried the people. “Oh! this is Angers’ manners!” said Livarot, drawing his sword. “Yes, you see; unluckily, there are so many of them.” “If there were but three of us!” “And here is Ribeirac coming.” “Do you hear him?” “I see him. Here, Ribeirac!” “Are you fighting?” cried Ribeirac. “Good morning, Livarot; good morning, Antragues.” “Let us charge them,” said Antragues. The bourgeois looked in stupefaction at this reinforcement that was about to join the attacking party. “They are a regiment,” said the captain of the militia. “This is only the advanced guard,” cried another. “We are fathers of families, and our lives belong to our children,” said others, and they all tried to fly, fighting with each other to get out of the way. At this stage of the affair Bussy and the prince arrived, followed by twenty cavaliers, to ascertain the cause of the tumult. They were told that it was three incarnate devils from Paris who were making all the disturbance. “Three men, Bussy; see who they are.” Bussy raised himself in his stirrups, and his quick eye soon recognized Livarot. “Mort de ma vie, monseigneur,” cried he, “they are our friends from Paris who are besieging us.” “No!” cried Livarot, “on the contrary, it is these people who are killing us.” “Down with your arms, knaves,” cried the duke, “these are friends.” “Friends!” cried the bourgeois, “then they should have had the password; for we have been treating them like Pagans and they us like Turks.” Livarot, Antragues, and Ribeirac advanced in triumph to kiss the duke’s hand. “Monseigneur,” said Bussy, “how many militia do you think there were here?” “At least one hundred and fifty.” “You have not very famous soldiers, since three men beat them.”