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The Bastion Saint-Gervais

           Whyshouldweloadourselveswithauselessburden?"

           "Idon’tfindagoodmusket,twelvecartridges,andapowderflaskveryuselessinthefaceofanenemy."

           "Well,"repliedAthos,"haveyounotheardwhatd’Artagnansaid?"

           "Whatdidhesay?"demandedPorthos.

           "d’ArtagnansaidthatintheattackoflastnighteightortenFrenchmenwerekilled,andasmanyRochellais."

           "Whatthen?"

           "Thebodieswerenotplundered,werethey?Itappearstheconquerorshadsomethingelsetodo."

           "Well?"

           "Well,weshallfindtheirmuskets,theircartridges,andtheirflasks;andinsteadoffourmusketoonsandtwelveballs,weshallhavefifteengunsandahundredchargestofire."

           "Oh,Athos!"saidAramis,"trulyyouareagreatman."

           Porthosnoddedinsignofagreement.D’Artagnanalonedidnotseemconvinced.

           Grimaudnodoubtsharedthemisgivingsoftheyoungman,forseeingthattheycontinuedtoadvancetowardthebastionsomethinghehadtillthendoubtedhepulledhismasterbytheskirtofhiscoat.

           "Wherearewegoing?"askedhe,byagesture.

           Athospointedtothebastion.

           "But,"saidGrimaud,inthesamesilentdialect,"weshallleaveourskinsthere."

           Athosraisedhiseyesandhisfingertowardheaven.

           Grimaudputhisbasketonthegroundandsatdownwithashakeofthehead.

           Athostookapistolfromhisbelt,lookedtoseeifitwasproperlyprimed,cockedit,andplacedthemuzzleclosetoGrimaud’sear.

           Grimaudwasonhislegsagainasifbyaspring

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