第二百九十章 第三卷 加弗罗什最好还是接受安灼拉的卡宾枪
第三卷 加弗罗什最好还是接受安灼拉的卡宾枪
他们给马伯夫老爹披上了于什鲁寡妇的一条黑色长披肩。六个人用步枪搭成担架，把遗体放上去，光着头，迈着沉重的步子，缓缓抬到酒馆的大桌旁。
这些人全神贯注地从事着这项庄严而神圣的工作，早已忘记了他们所处的险境。
当尸体抬过始终面无表情的沙威身边时，安灼拉对那密探说：
“下一个就轮到你了！”
就在这时候，唯独没有离开岗位、一直担任警戒的小加弗罗什，仿佛瞥见有几个人影正悄悄逼近街垒。他猛然喊道：
“当心！”
古费拉克、安灼拉、让·普鲁维尔、孔布费尔、若李、巴奥雷、博须埃和其他人，全都乱哄哄地从酒馆里冲出来。几乎已经来不及了。他们看见密集的刺刀闪着寒光，在街垒上方起伏摆动。几个身材高大的保安警察正在翻越进来，有的跨过公共马车，有的从缺口钻入，把那小顽童推在前面。小顽童在后退，但并没有逃跑。
情况万分危急。那是洪水泛滥时第一个可怕的时刻：水位涨到与堤坝齐平，水开始从堤坝的裂缝中渗入。再晚一秒钟，街垒就会被攻占。
巴奥雷冲向第一个跨进来的保安警察，一枪托当场将他击毙；第二个警察一刺刀刺死了巴奥雷。另一个人已经打翻了正在高喊“跟我来！”的古费拉克。一个身材最高大的、简直像个巨人的警察，端着刺刀向加弗罗什扑来。那小顽童抱起沙威那支巨大的步枪，将枪口坚决地瞄准那巨人，扣动了扳机。枪没响。沙威的枪里没有子弹。那保安警察哈哈大笑，举起刺刀刺向孩子。
就在刺刀即将刺中加弗罗什的一刹那，那支枪从士兵手中滑落；一颗子弹击中了那保安警察的眉心，他仰面倒了下去。第二颗子弹又击中了另一个刚才袭击古费拉克的保安警察的胸膛，把他撂倒在路面上。
这是马吕斯干的，他刚刚进入了街垒。
They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup’s over Father Mabeuf.
Six men made a litter of their guns; on this they laid the body, and
bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in
the tap-room.
These men, wholly absorbed in the grave and sacred task in which they
were engaged, thought no more of the perilous situation in which they
stood.
When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras
said to the spy:—
“It will be your turn presently!”
During all this time, Little Gavroche, who alone had not quitted his
post, but had remained on guard, thought he espied some men stealthily
approaching the barricade. All at once he shouted:—
“Look out!”
Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Joly, Bahorel,
Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was
almost too late. They saw a glistening density of bayonets undulating
above the barricade. Municipal guards of lofty stature were making
their way in, some striding over the omnibus, others through the cut,
thrusting before them the urchin, who retreated, but did not flee.
The moment was critical. It was that first, redoubtable moment of
inundation, when the stream rises to the level of the levee and when
the water begins to filter through the fissures of dike. A second more
and the barricade would have been taken.
Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and
killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed
Bahorel with a blow from his bayonet. Another had already overthrown
Courfeyrac, who was shouting: “Follow me!” The largest of all, a sort
of colossus, marched on Gavroche with his bayonet fixed. The urchin
took in his arms Javert’s immense gun, levelled it resolutely at the
giant, and fired. No discharge followed. Javert’s gun was not loaded.
The municipal guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the
child.
Before the bayonet had touched Gavroche, the gun slipped from the
soldier’s grasp, a bullet had struck the municipal guardsman in the
centre of the forehead, and he fell over on his back. A second bullet
struck the other guard, who had assaulted Courfeyrac in the breast, and
laid him low on the pavement.
This was the work of Marius, who had just entered the barricade.
