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The two youths looked at each other, and at this moment a pistol-shot and cries for help were heard. Another glance between the young men convinced them both that neither had any wish to go back, and as the tutor had already turned his horse's head, they both spurred forward, Raoul crying: "Follow me, Olivain!" and the Count de Guiche: "Follow, Urban and Planchet!"
Planchet, suffocated with joy, had lost his senses. D'Artagnan threw a glass of white wine in his face, which incontinently recalled him to life. "Ah! good heavens! good heavens! good heavens!" said Planchet, wiping his mustache and beard.
He turned and was about to utter an exclamation of surprise when the other made to him a sign of silence. "You here, Rochefort?" he said, in a low voice. "Hush!" returned Rochefort. "Did you know that I am at liberty?" "I knew it from the fountain-head from Planchet. And what brought you here?" "I came to thank God for my happy deliverance," said Rochefort. "And nothing more?
Besides we can be on our guard; let us take arms, let Planchet post himself behind us with his carbine." "Planchet is a Frondeur," answered D'Artagnan. "Devil take these civil wars! one can no more now reckon on one's friends than on one's footmen," said Porthos. "Ah! if Mousqueton were here! there's a fellow who will never desert me!" "So long as you are rich! Ah! my friend!
I leave five thousand to Athos, five thousand to Porthos, and five thousand to Aramis, that they may give the said sums in my name and their own to my young friend Raoul, Vicomte de Bragelonne. I give the remaining five thousand to Planchet, that he may distribute the fifteen thousand with less regret among my friends. With which purpose I sign these presents.
"Change these lackeys," said he; "she has spoken to them. They are no longer sure." Planchet and Bazin were called, and took the places of Grimaud and Mousqueton. On the bank of the river the executioner approached Milady, and bound her hands and feet. Then she broke the silence to cry out, "You are cowards, miserable assassins ten men combined to murder one woman. Beware!
"Bah!" said Planchet; "I have such great confidence in you, M. d'Artagnan, that I would not give my hundred thousand livres for ninety thousand livres down." "And devil take me if I don't think you are right!" Upon which D'Artagnan took a candle and went up to his bedroom. D'Artagnan reflected to such good purpose during the night that his plan was settled by morning.
Planchet followed the movements of his master as if he had been his shadow, and was soon trotting by his side. "Are we going to continue this pace all night?" asked Planchet. "No; you are at your journey's end." "How, monsieur! And you?" "I am going a few steps farther." "And Monsieur leaves me here alone?" "You are afraid, Planchet?"
There were general embracings; Truchen, whom the baron's munificence had restored to her proper position, very timidly, and blushing all the while, presented her forehead to the great lord with whom she had been on such very pretty terms the evening before. Planchet himself was overcome by a feeling of genuine humility.
"No more was M. Porthos," murmured Planchet. "But he has become so, my good fellow; his income has been a hundred thousand francs a year for the last twenty years, and for the last fifty years Porthos has been the owner of a couple of fists and a backbone, which are not to be matched throughout the whole realm of France.
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