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"The more reason they should be sulky with us for having captured the Stuart, for whom, I hope, you're preparing a pretty trial." "Why," said Groslow, "that is just what we are taking him to London for." "And you never by any chance lose sight of him, I presume?" "I should think not, indeed. You see he has a truly royal escort." "Ay, there's no fear in the daytime; but at night?"
At the appointed hour, Groslow had collected his men, and Mordaunt, after listening at the door of the cabin, and concluding from the silence which reigned that his intended victims were buried in sleep, had hurried to the powder barrels and set fire to the train. Whilst he was doing this, Groslow and his sailors were preparing to leave the ship.
Groslow advanced to the door of the king's room, replaced on his head the hat he had taken off to receive his guests, looked for a moment contemptuously at this simple, yet touching scene, then turning to D'Artagnan, assumed an air of triumph at what he had achieved. "Capital!" cried the Gascon, "you would make a distinguished general."
"Bah!" said Athos, "are you still afraid?" "Do you know who is captain of this vessel?" "No." "Captain Groslow." The shudder of the three musketeers showed to D'Artagnan that his words began to make some impression on them. "Groslow!" said Aramis; "the devil! "Who is this Groslow?" asked Porthos. "I don't remember him."
"There's ten o'clock striking at Greenwich." Groslow, then, having given the sailor on duty an order to be on the watch with more than usual vigilance, went down into the longboat and soon reached Greenwich. The wind was chilly and the jetty was deserted, as he approached it; but he had no sooner landed than he heard a noise of horses galloping upon the paved road.
They employ him because they are afraid of him. Ah, there he is calling me now. You'll excuse me, I know." They exchanged bows and D'Artagnan returned to his companions. "What on earth can you have been saying to that bulldog?" exclaimed Porthos. "My dear fellow, don't speak like that of Monsieur Groslow. He's one of my most intimate friends."
On a table in the next room were lighted candles, cards, two dice-boxes, and dice. "Gentlemen," said Groslow, "I beg you will take your places. I will sit facing Stuart, whom I like so much to see, especially where he now is, and you, Monsieur d'Artagnan, opposite to me." Athos turned red with rage. D'Artagnan frowned at him.
"Oh! yes," said Groslow, bursting with his usual coarse laugh, "I know you Frenchmen want nothing but cuts and bruises." Charles had heard and understood it all. A slight color mounted to his cheeks. The soldiers then saw him stretch his limbs, little by little, and under the pretense of much heat throw off the Scotch plaid which covered him.
"Empty!" he exclaimed; "the infernal demons!" "We must pursue them," said Groslow, "they can't be gone far, and we will sink them, passing over them." "Yes, but the fire," ejaculated Mordaunt; "I have lighted it." "Ten thousand devils!" cried Groslow, rushing to the hatchway; "perhaps there is still time to save us."
It was then that Groslow uttered the cry which the guardsmen heard from their boat. "What is the matter?" demanded Mordaunt, emerging from the hatchway, his torch in his hand, and rushing towards the stern. "The matter is, that your enemies have escaped you. They have cut the rope, and saved themselves in the boat."
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