THE TURCO OF THE COMMUNE 49

Vaguely, with the savage instinct, he
supposed this must be the army of
deliverance, under Faidherbeor Chanzy,
which the Parisians had been expecting
so long. How happy then was he, how
he laughed at them with all his white
teeth.

In a twinkling the barricade was
surmounted. They surround him,
they hustle him.

‘Show your musket !’

His musket was still hot.

‘Show your hands !’

His hands were still black with the
powder, and the little Turco showed
them proudly, with the same jolly
laugh. Then they pushed him against
awall, and... *van/

He was dead, and never knew why.