"Is the road to Dinan open?" "I believe so." "We must begin to retreat." "We have done so. Many have already fled." "I am not speaking of flight, but of retreat. Why did you not use the artillery?" "The men were beside themselves, and then the officers were absent." "I was to be here." "Monseigneur, I sent everything I could on to Fougères,--the women, the baggage, and all useless incumbrances; but what is to be done with the three little prisoners?" "Do you mean the children?" "Yes." "They are our hostages. Send them on to the Tourgue." So saying, the Marquis started for the barricade, and directly after his arrival things took on another aspect. The barricade was not well constructed for artillery; there was room for but two cannon; the Marquis placed in position the two sixteen-pounders for which embrasures were made. As he was leaning on one of the cannon, watching the enemy's battery through the embrasure, he caught sight of Gauvain. "It is he!" he cried. Then, taking the swab and the ramrod, he loaded the piece, adjusted the sight, and took aim. Three times he aimed at Gauvain and missed him, but the third shot knocked off his hat. "Bungler!" murmured Lantenac. "A little lower, and I should have had his head." Suddenly the torch went out, and he had only darkness before him. "Well, let it go," he said. And turning to the peasant gunners, he exclaimed: "Let them have the grape-shot!" Gauvain for his part was also in deadly earnest. The situation had become a serious one since the development of this new phase of the conflict, and the barricade was now cannonading him. Who could tell how soon it might pass from the defensive to the offensive? The enemy numbered at least five thousand, even allowing for the dead and the fugitives, while he had no more than twelve hundred service-able men at his command. What would happen to the Republicans if the enemy should become aware of their limited number? Their rôles would soon be reversed; from playing the part of assailants, he would become the object of assault. If the barricade were to make a sortie, all would be lost. What was to be done? It was out of the question to think of attacking the barricade in front; an attempt to capture it by main strength would be folly; twelve hundred men could not dislodge five thousand. Imperative as it was to make an end of it, knowing as he did that delay was fatal, still he realized that to force the enemy's hand would be impossible. What was he to do? Gauvain belonged to this neighborhood; he was familiar with the town, and knew that behind the old market, where the Vendeans were intrenched, was a labyrinth of narrow and crooked streets. He turned to his lieutenant, the brave Captain Guéchamp, who afterwards became famous for clearing the forest of Concise, where Jean Chouan was born, and who prevented the capture of Bourgneuf by cutting the rebels off from the highway that led to the pond of La Chaine.