Behind them sounded the horns of other vehicles that were putting on the brakes.

Desnoyers saw soldiers leaping out, all wearing the greenish-gray uniform with a sheath of the same tone covering the pointed casque.

The one who marched at their head put his revolver to the millionaire's forehead.
"Where are the sharpshooters ?" he asked.
He was pale with the pallor of wrath, vengeance and fear.

His face was trembling under the influence of his triple emotion.

Don Marcelo explained slowly, contemplating at a short distance from his eyes the black circle of the threatening tube.