of all these cries, and ten thousand incoherences, "the prisoners!" was the cry most taken up by the sea that rushed in, as if there were an eternity of people, as well as of time and space. when the foremost billows rolled past, bearing the prison officers with them, and threatening them all with instant death if any secret nook remained undisclosed, defarge laid his strong hand on the breast of one of these men a man with a grey head, who had a lighted torch in his hand separated him from the rest, and got him between himself and the wall.