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"I have eight men on guard, you know. Four of them can guard the king and the other four your prisoners. I'll manage it somehow, you will see." "But," said D'Artagnan, "now I think of it what is to prevent our beginning to-night?" "Nothing at all," said Groslow. "Just so. Come to us this evening and to-morrow we'll return your visit." "Capital!
The king, too, who had listened in the greatest agony, now breathed again. "Hang it," said Groslow, "I thought I had succeeded better. If it were not so far from here to the house I would return and finish him." "And you would do well, if you are afraid of his recovering; for you know, if a wound in the head does not kill at once, it is cured in a week."
But if you think the king's life is not worth what it must cost there's an end of the matter and I send to Groslow to say I am ill." "No, you are right," said Athos. At this moment a soldier entered to inform them that Groslow was waiting for them. "Where?" asked D'Artagnan. "In the room of the English Nebuchadnezzar," replied the staunch Puritan.
Porthos gained fifty pistoles from Groslow, and found him a more agreeable companion than he had at first believed him to be. As to Groslow, he promised himself that on the following evening he would recover from D'Artagnan what he had lost to Porthos, and on leaving reminded the Gascon of his appointment. The next day was spent as usual.
In the midst of these screams they saw Mordaunt upon the poop with a torch in hand. The agitated figures, apparently wild with terror, consisted of Groslow, who at the hour fixed by Mordaunt had collected his men and the sailors.
D'Artagnan went from Captain Groslow to Colonel Harrison and from Colonel Harrison to his friends. To any one not acquainted with him he seemed to be in his normal condition; but to his friends to Athos and Aramis was apparent a certain feverishness in his gayety. "What is he contriving?" asked Aramis. "Wait," said Athos.
With a single bound Mordaunt was at the cabin-door, which he burst open with his foot. It was empty. "We will follow them," said Groslow; "they cannot be far off. We will give them the stem; sail right over them." "Yes; but the powder I have fired the train!" "Damnation!" roared Groslow, rushing to the hatchway. "Perhaps there is still time."
"I wish to inform you, my lord," replied Groslow, with an Irish accent, feigned of course, "that if you are looking for Captain Rogers you will not find him. He fell down this morning and broke his leg.
"Well, in my turn I advise you to keep a sharp lookout on your treasure, my dear Monsieur Groslow, for I can tell you we shall not leave this without robbing you of it." "Not without my defending it," said Groslow. "So much the better," said D'Artagnan. "Fight, my dear captain, fight. You know or you don't know, that that is what we ask of you."
"Really, sir," D'Artagnan said to him, "I am pleased to find one with whom to talk in my own poor tongue. My friend, Monsieur du Vallon, is of a very melancholy disposition, so much so, that one can scarcely get three words out of him all day. As for our two prisoners, you can imagine that they are but little in the vein for conversation." "They are hot royalists," said Groslow.
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