As the dawn broke, I was woken up by the sunlight through my eyelids. As I opened my eyes, I could see everyone else was awake.
"How do we stand?" Enjolras was asking Feuilly.
"We've guns enough, but ammunition short."
"Let me go into the street. I'm sure there are plenty of bullets and ammunition lying around." I offered. Enjolras shook his head.
"I won't let you go, it's too high a risk."
I dropped my jaw. "The same is true for any man here!"
"Let me go. I am old and I fear nothing." The volunteer man said. Gavroche, a young boy who had run away from home to be part of the rebels, piped up.
"You need somebody quicker - and I volunteer!"
Lesgles tried to catch him as he climbed up the barricade. "Come back, Gavroche, don't you dare!"
Joly looked like he was about to cry. "Somebody pull him down at once!"
Gavroche dodged everyone, despite their better efforts, and got shot in the arm. He howled in pain.
"Little people know, when little people fight, we..."
Another shot was fired, but it missed him.
"... May look easy pickings but we've got some bite!"
A third shot, this time hitting him in the same place that Eponine was hit.
"So never kick... a dog because... he's just a... pup... we'll fight like... twenty armies and... we won't give... up... so you'd better... run for cover... when the pup... grows..."
He didn't finish his sentence, and died on the spot, tumbling down the barricade.