Hi again! Sorry this chapter is sooo short. Next one will be longer, I promise.
I again scaled the barricade and looked at the scene. The ground was littered with dead bodies, all soldiers. Most of them had ammunition packs, but there was no way to get to them. I muttered under my breath, If only we could get to them, we would have at least ten shots more for every man! As if in response to my mutter, I saw a shadow flit effortlessly over the barricade towards the exit. I realized what was happening and hissed, "Gavroche, no!" but it was too late. He was already on the other side. I watched with growing horror as the little fiery gamin taunted the soldiers and grabbed ammunition packs.
Several shots were fired, but none of them hit home. Gavroche laughed and continued to scamper around. He was almost back to the barricade, picking his way across, when suddenly a shot rang out and he stopped singing. I looked on helplessly as he was hit in the shoulder. Tossing his basket of much-needed ammunition over, he fell back, crying out. Another shot was fired. Gavroche crumpled to the ground. He raised his tiny fist in the air. Then, he moved no more.
Courfeyrac yelled and ran over to him, crying. He would have, I believed, charged the National Guard immediately, unarmed, had not Combeferre and Pontmercy held him back. I looked at them and turned away, letting no emotion cross my face.