In the confusion around them they were separated.

Bervie, searching for his companion, found his progress stopped by a barricade, which had been desperately attacked, and desperately defended.

Men in blouses and men in uniform lay dead and dying together: the tricolored flag waved over them, in token of the victory of the people.
Bervie had just revived a poor wretch with a drink from an overthrown bowl of water, which still had a few drops left in it, when he felt a hand laid on his shoulder from behind.

He turned and discovered a National Guard, who had been watching his charitable action.

"Give a helping hand to that poor fellow," said the citizen-soldier, pointing to a workman standing near, grimed with blood and gunpowder.