Reinforcements have been sent for, and must soon be here.

When they arrive you are to move along with the cart, as if you were making for the Luxembourg Prison.

This manoeuvre will give us time to deliver the prisoners safely at the Temple." The man spoke hurriedly and peremptorily, and Santerne was only too ready to obey.

He felt relieved at thought of reinforcements, and glad to be rid of the responsibility of conducting such troublesome prisoners.
The thick mist, which grew more and more dense, favoured the new manoeuvre, and the constant roll of drums drowned the hastily given orders.
The cart was drawn back into the deepest shadow of the great portico, and whilst the mob were howling their loudest, and yelling out frantic demands for the traitors, Deroulede and Juliette were summarily ordered to step out of the cart.

No one saw them, for the darkness here was intense.
"Follow quietly!" whispered a raucous voice in their ears as they did so, "or my orders are to shoot you where you stand." But neither of them had any wish for resistance.