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d streams which would produce catastrophe with lightning rapidity。
Out of one of these flaming buildings two men； who seemed but bundles of rags； were being dragged by some Germans。 Above the blue sleeves of their military cloaks Don Marcelo could distinguish blanched faces and eyes immeasurably distended with suffering。 Their legs were dragging on the ground； sticking out between the tatters of their red pantaloons。 One of them still had on his kepis。 Blood was gushing from different parts of their bodies and behind them； like white serpents； were trailing their loosened bandages。 They were wounded Frenchmen； stragglers who had remained in the village because too weak to keep up with the retreat。 Perhaps they had joined the group which； finding its escape cut off； had attempted that insane resistance。
Wishing to make that matter more clearly understood； Desnoyers looked at the official beside him； attempting to speak； but the officer silenced him instantly： 〃French sharpshooters in disguise who are going to get the punishment they deserve。〃 The German bayonets were sunk deep into their bodies。 Then blows with the guns fell on the head of one of them 。 。 。 and these blows were repeated with dull thumps upon their skulls； crackling as they burst open。
Again the old man wondered what his fate would be。 Where was this lieutenant taking him across such visions of horror？ 。 。 。
They had reached the outskirts of the village； where the dragoons had built their barricade。 The carts were still there； but at one side of the road。 They climbed out of the automobile； and he saw a group of officers in gray； with sheathed helmets like the others。 The one who had brought him to this place was standing rigidly erect with one hand to his visor； speaking to a military man standing a few paces in front of the others。 He looked at this man； who was scrutinizing him with his little hard blue eyes that had carved his spare； furrowed countenance with lines。 He must be the general。 His arrogant and piercing gaze was sweeping him from head to foot。 Don Marcelo felt a presentiment that his life was hanging on this examination； should an evil suggestion； a cruel caprice flash across this brain； he was surely lost。 The general shrugged his shoulders and said a few words in a contemptuous tone； then entered his automobile with two of his aids； and the group disbanded。
The cruel uncertainty； the interminable moments before the official returned to his side； filled Desnoyers with dread。
〃His Excellency is very gracious；〃 announced the lieutenant。 〃He might have shot you； but he pardons you and yet you people say that we are savages！〃 。 。 。
With involuntary contempt； he further explained that he had conducted him thither fully expecting that he would be shot。 The General was planning to punish all the prominent residents of Villeblanche； and he had inferred； on his own initiative； that the owner of the castle must be one of them。
〃Military duty； sir。 。 。 。 War exacts it。〃
After this excuse the petty official renewed his eulogies of His Excellency。 He was going to make his headquarters in Don Marcelo's property； and on that account granted him his life。 He ought to thank him。 。 。 。 Then again his face trembled with wrath。 He pointed to some bodies lying near the road。 They were the corpses of Uhlans； covered with some cloaks from which were protruding the enormous soles of their boots。
〃Plain murder！〃 he exclaimed。 〃A crime for which the guilty are going to pay dearly！〃
His indignation made him consider the death of four soldiers as an unheard…of and monstrous outrageas though in was only the enemy ought to fall； keeping safe and sound the lives of his compatriots。
A band of infantry commanded by an officer approached。 As their ranks opened； Desnoyers saw the gray uniforms roughly pushing forward some of the inhabitants。 Their clothes were torn and some had blood on face and hands。 He recognized them one by one as they were lined up against the mud wall； at twenty paces from the firing squad of soldiersthe mayor； the priest； the forest guard； and some rich villagers whose houses he had seen falling in flames。
〃They are going to shoot them 。 。 。 in order to prevent any doubt about it；〃 the lieutenant explained。 〃I wanted you to see this。 It will serve as an object lesson。 In this way； you will feel more appreciative of the leniency of His Excellency。〃
The prisoners were mute。 Their voices had been exhausted in vain protest。 All their life was concentrated in their eyes； looking around them in stupefaction。 。 。 。 And was it possible that they would kill them in cold blood without hearing their testimony； without admitting the proofs of their innocence！
The certainty of approaching death soon gave almost all of them a noble serenity。 It was useless to complain。 Only one rich countryman； famous for his avarice； was whimpering desperately； saying over and over； 〃I do not wish to die。 。 。 。 I do not want to die！〃
Trembling and with eyes overflowing with tears； Desnoyers hid himself behind his implacable guide。 He knew them all； he had battled with them all； and repented now of his former wrangling。 The mayor had a red stain on his forehead from a long skin wound。 Upon his breast fluttered a tattered tricolor； the municipality had placed it there that be might receive the invaders who had torn most of it away。 The priest was holding his little round body as erect as possible； wishing to embrace in a look of resignation the victims； the executioners； earth and heaven。 He appeared larger than usual and more imposing。 His black girdle。 broken by the roughness of the soldiers； left his cassock loose and floating。 His waving； silvery hair was dripping blood； spotting with its red drops the white clerical collar。
Upon seeing him cross the fatal field with unsteady step； because of his obesity； a savage roar cut the tragic silence。 The unarmed soldiers； who had hastened to witness the execution； greeted the venerable old man with shouts of laughter。 〃Death to the priest！〃 。 。 。 The fanaticism of the religious wars vibrated through their mockery。 Almost all of them were devout Catholics or fervent Protestants； but they believed only in the priests of their own country。 Outside of Germany； everything was despicable even their own religion。
The mayor and the priest changed their places in the file； seeking one another。 Each； with solemn courtesy； was offering the other the central place in the group。
〃Here； your Honor； is your place as mayorat the head of all。〃
〃No； after you； Monsieur le cure。〃
They were disputing for the last time； but in this supreme moment each one was wishing to yield precedence to the other。
Instinctively they had clasped hands； looking straight ahead at the firing squad； that had lowered its guns in a rigid； horizontal line。 Behind them sounded laments〃Good…bye； my children。 。 。 。 Adieu； life！ 。 。 。 I do not wish to die！ 。 。 。 I do not want to die！ 。 。 。〃
The two principal men felt the necessity of saying something； of closing the page of their existence with an affirmation。
〃Vive la Republique！〃 cried the mayor。
〃Vive la France！〃 said