The soldiers were infuriated.  One would say that they were revenging themselves.  On whom?  A workman, named Paturel, received three balls and six bayonet-thrusts, four of which were in the head.  They thought that he was dead, and they did not renew the attack.  He felt them search him.  They took ten francs which he had about him.  He did not die till six days later, and he was able to relate the details which are given here.  We may note, by the way, that the name of Paturel does not figure upon any of the lists of the corpses published by M. Bonaparte.

Sixty Republicans were shut up in this redoubt of the Petit Carreau.  Forty-six were killed there.  These men had come there that morning free, proud to fight, and joyous to die.  At midnight all was at an end.  The night wagons carried away on the next day nine corpses to the hospital cemetery, and thirty-seven to Montmartre.

Jeanty Sarre escaped by a miracle, as well as Charpentier, and a third whose name we have not been able to ascertain.  They glided along the houses and reached the Passage du Saumon.  The grated doors which closed the Passage during the night only reached to the centre of the archway.  They climbed it and got over the spikes, at the risk of tearing themselves.  Jeanty Sarre was the first to climb it; having reached the summit, one of the spikes pierced his trousers, hooked them, and Jeanty Sarre fell headforemost upon the pavement.  He got up again, he was only stunned.  The other two followed him, and gliding along the bars, all three found themselves in the Passage.  It was dimly lighted by a lamp which shone at one end.  In the meanwhile, they heard the soldiers, who were pursuing them, coming up.  In order to escape by the Rue Montmartre, they would have to climb the grated gateway at the other end of the Passage; their hands were grazed, their knees were bleeding; they were dying of weariness; they were in no condition to recommence a similar ascent.

Jeanty Sarre knew where the keeper of the Passage lived.  He knocked at his window, and begged him to open.  The keeper refused.

At this moment the detachment which had been sent in pursuit of them reached the grated gateway which they had just climbed.  The soldiers, hearing a noise in the Passage, passed the barrels of their guns through the bars.  Jeanty Sarre squeezed himself against the wall behind one of those projecting columns which decorate the Passage; but the column was very thin, and only half covered him.  The soldiers fired, and smoke filled the Passage.  When it cleared away, Jeanty Sarre saw Charpentier stretched on the stones, with his face to the ground.  He had been shot through the heart.  Their other companion lay a few paces from him, mortally wounded.

The soldiers did not scale the grated gateway, but they posted a sentinel before it.  Jeanty Sarre heard them going away by the Rue Montmartre.  They would doubtless come back.