Follow it until you are outside the gates of Paris.

Once there, listen for it again; it will lead you to freedom and safety at last.

Aye! Outside Paris, by the grace of God." The hearts of his hearers thrilled as they heard him.

Who could help but follow this brave and gallant adventurer, with the magic voice and the noble bearing?
"And now _en route_!" said Blakeney finally, "that ass Santerre will have dispersed the pack of yelling hyenas with his cavalry by now.
They'll to the Temple prison to find their prey; we'll in their wake.

_A moi,_ friends! and remember the sea-gull's cry." Deroulede drew Juliette's hand in his.
"We are ready," he said; "and God bless the Scarlet Pimpernel." Then the five men, with Juliette in their midst, went out into the street once more..