The commander of the battalion, as is always the custom in similar circumstances, had sent orders into the adjoining houses to light up all the windows. This was done at the Mauconseil redoubt. Seeing that their hour had come, the sixty combatants of the barricade of the Petit Carreau mounted their heap of paving-stones, and shouted with one voice, in the midst of the darkness, this piercing cry, "Long live the Republic!" No one answered them. They could only hear the battalion loading their guns. This acted upon them as a species of signal for action. They were all worn out with fatigue, having been on their feet since the preceding day, carrying paving-stones or fighting, the greater part had neither eaten nor slept. Charpentier said to Jeanty Sarre,-- "We shall all be killed." "Shall we really!" said Jeanty Sarre. Jeanty Sarre ordered the door of the wine-shop to be closed, so that their barricade, completely shrouded in darkness, would give them some advantage over the barricade which was occupied by the soldiers and lighted up. In the meantime the 51st searched the streets, carried the wounded into the ambulances, and took up their position in the double barricade of the Rue Mauconseil. Half an hour thus elapsed. Now, in order to clearly understand what is about to follow, the reader must picture to himself in this silent street, in this darkness of the night, at from sixty to eighty yards apart, within speaking distance, these two redoubts facing each other, and able as in an Iliad to address each other. On one side the Army, on the other side the People, the darkness over all. The species of truce which always precedes decisive encounters drew to a close. The preparations were completed on both sides. The soldiers could be heard forming into order of battle, and the captains giving out their commands. It was evident that the struggle was at hand. "Let us begin," said Charpentier; and he raised his gun. Denis held his arm back. "Wait," he said. Then an epic incident was seen. Denis slowly mounted the paving-stones of the barricade, ascended to the top, and stood there erect, unarmed and bareheaded. Thence he raised his voice, and, facing the soldiers, he shouted to them, "Citizens!" At this word a sort of electric shudder ensued which was felt from one barricade to the other. Every sound was hushed, every voice was silent, on both sides reigned a deep religious and solemn silence. By the distant glimmer of a few lighted windows the soldiers could vaguely distinguish a man standing above a mass of shadows, like a phantom who was speaking to them in the night. Denis continued,-- "Citizens of the Army! Listen to me!" The silence grew still more profound. He resumed,--