rty-four."
"Eight too many.
Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. Swords and pistols in your belts.
Twenty men to the barricade. Six ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to fire on the assailants through the loop-holes in the stones. Let not a single worker remain inactive here.
Presently, when the drum beats the assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to arrive will have the best places."
These arrangements made, he turned to Javert and said:
"I am not forgetting you."
And, laying a pistol on the table, he added:
"The last man to leave this room will smash the skull of this spy."
"Here?" inquired a voice.
"No, let us not mix their corpses with our own.
The little barricade of the Mondetour lane can be scaled.
It is only four feet high. The man is well pinioned.
He shall be taken thither and put to death."
There was some one who was more impassive at that moment than Enjolras, it was Javert.
Here Jean Valjean made his appearance.
He had been lost among the group of insurgents.
He stepped forth and said to Enjolras:
"You are the commander?"
"Yes."
"You thanked me a while ago."
"In the name of the Republic.
The barricade has two saviors, Marius Pontmercy and yourself."
"Do you think that I deserve a recompense?"