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CHAPTER IV
THE BARREL OF POWDER
Marius, still concealed in the turn of the Rue Mon-
detour, had witnessed, shuddering and irresolute, the first
phase of the combat. But he had not long been able to re-
sist that mysterious and sovereign vertigo which may be
designated as the call of the abyss. In the presence of the
imminence of the peril, in the presence of the death of M.
Mabeuf, that melancholy enigma, in the presence of Ba-
horel killed, and Courfeyrac shouting: ‘Follow me!’ of that
child threatened, of his friends to succor or to avenge, all
hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the
conflict, his two pistols in hand. With his first shot he had
saved Gavroche, and with the second delivered Courfey-
rac.
Amid the sound of the shots, amid the cries of the
assaulted guards, the assailants had climbed the entrench-
ment, on whose summit Municipal Guards, soldiers of the
line and National Guards from the suburbs could now be
seen, gun in hand, rearing themselves to more than half the
height of their bodies.
They already covered more than two-thirds of the bar-