shoot forth, an officer wearing a gorget and heavy epaulettes stretched out his sword and said,-- "Throw down your arms!" "Fire!" Enjolras commanded. The two detonations took place at the same moment, and everything disappeared in smoke,--a sharp and stifling smoke,--in which the dying and the wounded writhed, with faint and hollow groans. When the smoke dispersed, the two lines of combatants could be seen thinned, but at the same spot, and silently reloading their guns. All at once a thundering voice was heard shouting,-- "Begone, or I will blow up the barricade!" All turned to the quarter whence the voice came. Marius had entered the wine-shop, fetched the barrel of gunpowder, and then, taking advantage of the smoke and obscure mist which filled the intrenched space, glided along the barricade up to the cage of paving-stones in which the torch was fixed. To tear out the torch, place in its stead the barrel of powder, throw down the pile of paving-stones on the barrel, which was at once unheaded with a sort of terrible obedience, had only occupied so much time as stooping and rising again; and now all, National Guards and Municipal Guards, officers and privates, collected at the other end of the barricade, gazed at him in stupor, as he stood with one foot on the paving-stones, the torch in his hand, his haughty face illumined by a fatal resolution, approaching the flame of the torch to the formidable heap, in which the broken powder-barrel could be distinguished, and uttering the terrifying cry,-- "Begone, or I will blow up the barricade!" Marius, on this barricade after the octogenarian, was the vision of the young revolution after the apparition of the old one. "Blow up the barricade!" a sergeant said, "and yourself too!" Marius answered, "And myself too!" And he lowered the torch toward the barrel of gunpowder; but there was no one left on the barricade. The assailants, leaving their dead and their wounded, fell back pell-mell and in disorder to the end of the street, and disappeared again in the night. It was a _sauve qui peut_. The barricade was saved. CHAPTER V. END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE. All surrounded Marius, and Courfeyrac fell on his neck. "Here you are!" "What happiness!" said Combeferre. "You arrived just in time," said Bossuet. "Were it not for you I should be dead!" Courfeyrac remarked. "Without you I should have been gobbled!" Gavroche added. Marius asked,-- "Who is the leader?" "Yourself," Enjolras replied.