Beside him stood Toussac,
his face flushed with triumph, and his great arms folded across his
chest.
'Well, my friends,' said he, 'you are too late, you see. I have paid my
debts after all.'
'Surrender!' cried Savary.
'Shoot away! Shoot away!' he cried, drumming his hands upon his breast.
'You don't suppose I fear your miserable pellets, do you? Oh, you
imagine you will take me alive! I'll soon knock that idea out of your
heads.'
In an instant he had swung a heavy chair over his head, and was rushing
furiously at us. We all fired our pistols into him together, but
nothing could stop that thunderbolt of a man. With the blood spurting
from his wounds, he lashed madly out with his chair, but his eyesight
happily failed him, and his swashing blow came down upon the corner of
the table with a crash which broke it into fragments. Then with a mad
bellow of rage he sprang upon Savary, tore him down to the ground, and
had his hand upon his chin before Gerard and I could seize him by the
arms. We were three strong men, but he was as strong as all of us put
together, for again and again he shook himself free, and again and again
we got our grip upon him once more.
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