Two German soldiers were throwing down hay from the gable end of the Mandrin livery-stable which overlooked the wall.
They should not carry off everything from the Mandrin pharmacy!
Mandrin was the son of a peasant in Dauphiny who dealt in cattle.
As he left, he said, "Personally I have not the faintest idea they will penetrate as far as Mandrin—not the faintest!"
Mandrin, with those that survived of his little party, were carried prisoners to Valence in Dauphiny.
