“No, no; wait.  Let them come nearer.”

They were exceedingly prudent, gazing at the mill with a suspicious air.  The silent and somber old structure with its curtains of ivy filled them with uneasiness.  Nevertheless, they advanced.  When fifty of them were in the opposite meadow the officer uttered the single word: 

“Fire!”

A crash was heard; isolated shots followed.  Francoise, all of a tremble, had mechanically put her hands to her ears.  Dominique, behind the soldiers, looked on; when the smoke had somewhat lifted he saw three Prussians stretched upon their backs in the center of the meadow.  The others had thrown themselves behind the willows and poplars.  Then the siege began.

For more than an hour the mill was riddled with balls.  They dashed against the old walls like hail.  When they struck the stones they were heard to flatten and fall into the water.  They buried themselves in the wood with a hollow sound.  Occasionally a sharp crack announced that the mill wheel had been hit.  The soldiers in the interior were careful of their shots; they fired only when they could take aim.  From time to time the captain consulted his watch.  As a ball broke a shutter and plowed into the ceiling he said to himself: 

“Four o’clock.  We shall never be able to hold out!”

Little by little the terrible fusillade weakened the old mill.  A shutter fell into the water, pierced like a bit of lace, and it was necessary to replace it with a mattress.  Pere Merlier constantly exposed himself to ascertain the extent of the damage done to his poor wheel, the cracking of which made his heart ache.  All would be over with it this time; never could he repair it.  Dominique had implored Francoise to withdraw, but she refused to leave him; she was seated behind a huge oaken clothespress, which protected her.  A ball, however, struck the clothespress, the sides of which gave forth a hollow sound.  Then Dominique placed himself in front of Francoise.  He had not yet fired a shot; he held his gun in his hand but was unable to approach the windows, which were altogether occupied by the soldiers.  At each discharge the floor shook.

“Attention!  Attention!” suddenly cried the captain.

He had just seen a great dark mass emerge from the wood.  Immediately a formidable platoon fire opened.  It was like a waterspout passing over the mill.  Another shutter was shattered, and through the gaping opening of the window the balls entered.  Two soldiers rolled upon the floor.  One of them lay like a stone; they pushed the body against the wall because it was in the way.  The other twisted in agony, begging his comrades to finish him, but they paid no attention to him.  The balls entered in a constant stream; each man took care of himself and strove to find a loophole through which to return the fire.  A third soldier was hit; he uttered not a word; he fell on the edge of a table, with eyes