Part 94 (1/2)
Biscarrat pressed the hands held out by the two musketeers Aramis looked at Porthos as much as to say, ”Here is a man ill help us,”
and without delay,--”Confess, ood man”
”My father always said so, monsieur”
”Confess, likewise, that it is a sad circu in with , and to learn that these men are old acquaintances, in fact, hereditary friends”
”Oh! you are not reserved for such a frightful fate as that,man, warmly
”Bah! you said so yourself”
”I said so just nohen I did not know you; but now that I know you, I say--you will evade this dismal fate, if you wish!+”
”How--if ish?” echoed Araence as he looked alternately at the prisoner and Porthos
”Provided,” continued Porthos, looking, in his turn, with noble intrepidity, at M Biscarrat and the bishop--”provided nothing disgraceful be required of us”
”Nothing at all will be required of you, gentlemen,” replied the officer--”what should they ask of you? If they find you they will kill you, that is a predeter you”
”I don't think I anity; ”but it appears evident to me that if they want to find us, they must coht,with his looks the countenance of Biscarrat, who had grown silent and constrained ”You wish, Monsieur de Biscarrat, to say so to us, to make us soentle I betray the ord But, hark! I hear a voice that freesit”
”Cannon!” said Porthos
”Cannon andat a distance, a the rocks, these sinister reports of a coht had ceased:
”What can that be?” asked Porthos
”Eh! _Pardieu!_” cried Aramis; ”that is just what I expected”
”What is that?”
”That the attackbut a feint; is not that true, monsieur? And whilst your companions allowed the a landing on the other side of the island”
”Oh! several, monsieur”
”We are lost, then,” said the bishop of Vannes, quietly
”Lost! that is possible,” replied the Seigneur de Pierrefonds, ”but we are not taken or hung” And so saying, he rose from the table, went to the wall, and coolly took down his sword and pistols, which he exa for battle, and who feels that life, in a great ht conditions of his arms
At the report of the cannon, at the news of the surprise which ht deliver up the island to the royal troops, the terrified crowd rushed precipitately to the fort to demand assistance and advice from their leaders Aramis, pale and downcast, between two flambeaux, showed himself at the hich looked into the principal court, full of soldiers waiting for orders and bewildered inhabitants irave and sonorous voice, ”M
Fouquet, your protector, your friend, you father, has been arrested by an order of the king, and thrown into the Bastile” A sustained yell of vengeful fury ca up to the hich the bishop stood, and enveloped hie Monsieur Fouquet!” cried the most excited of his hearers, ”death to the royalists!”