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　　〃Mount；　my　lord；〃　said　D'Artagnan　to　Mazarin；　who　sprang　into　the　carriage　without　waiting　for　a　second　bidding。　D'Artagnan　followed　him；　and　Musqueton；　having　closed　the　door；　mounted　behind　the　carriage　with　many　groans。　He　had　made　some　difficulties　about　going；　under　pretext　that　he　still　suffered　from　his　wound；　but　D'Artagnan　had　said　to　him：
　　〃Remain　if　you　like；　my　dear　Monsieur　Mouston；　but　I　warn　you　that　Paris　will　be　burnt　down　to…night；〃　upon　which　Musqueton　had　declared；　without　asking　anything　further；　that　he　was　ready　to　follow　his　master　and　Monsieur　d'Artagnan　to　the　end　of　the　world。
　　The　carriage　started　at　a　measured　pace；　without　betraying　by　the　slightest　sign　that　it　contained　people　in　a　hurry。　The　cardinal　wiped　his　forehead　with　his　handkerchief　and　looked　around　him。　On　his　left　was　Porthos；　whilst　D'Artagnan　was　on　his　right；　each　guarded　a　door　and　served　as　a　rampart　to　him　on　either　side。　Before　him；　on　the　front　seat；　lay　two　pairs　of　pistols　　one　in　front　of　Porthos　and　the　other　of　D'Artagnan。　About　a　hundred　paces　from　the　Palais　Royal　a　patrol　stopped　the　carriage。
　　〃Who　goes？〃　asked　the　captain。
　　〃Mazarin！〃　replied　D'Artagnan；　bursting　into　a　laugh。　The　cardinal's　hair　stood　on　end。　But　the　joke　appeared　an　excellent　one　to　the　citizens；　who；　seeing　the　conveyance　without　escort　and　unarmed；　would　never　have　believed　in　the　possibility　of　so　great　an　imprudence。
　　〃A　good　journey　to　ye；〃　they　cried；　allowing　it　to　pass。
　　〃Hem！〃　said　D'Artagnan；　〃what　does　my　lord　think　of　that　reply？〃
　　〃Man　of　talent！〃　cried　Mazarin。
　　〃In　truth；〃　said　Porthos；　〃I　understand；　but　now　　〃
　　About　the　middle　of　the　Rue　des　Petits　Champs　they　were　stopped　by　a　second　patrol。
　　〃Who　goes　there？〃　inquired　the　captain　of　the　patrol。
　　〃Keep　back；　my　lord；〃　said　D'Artagnan。　And　Mazarin　buried　himself　so　far　behind　the　two　friends　that　he　disappeared；　pletely　hidden　between　them。
　　〃Who　goes　there？〃　cried　the　same　voice；　impatiently　whilst　D'Artagnan　perceived　that　they　had　rushed　to　the　horses'　heads。　But　putting　hid　head　out　of　the　carriage：
　　〃Eh！　Planchet；〃　said　he。
　　The　chief　approached；　and　it　was　indeed　Planchet；　D'Artagnan　had　recognized　the　voice　of　his　old　servant。
　　〃How；　sir！〃　said　Planchet；　〃is　it　you？〃
　　〃Eh！　mon　Dieu！　yes；　my　good　friend；　this　worthy　Porthos　has　just　received　a　sword　wound　and　I　am　taking　him　to　his　country　house　at　Saint　Cloud。〃
　　〃Oh！　really；〃　said　Planchet。
　　〃Porthos；〃　said　D'Artagnan；　〃if　you　can　still　speak；　say　a　word；　my　dear　Porthos；　to　this　good　Planchet。〃
　　〃Planchet；　my　friend；〃　said　Porthos；　in　a　melancholy　voice；　〃I　am　very　ill；　should　you　meet　a　doctor　you　will　do　me　a　favor　by　sending　him　to　me。〃
　　〃Oh！　good　Heaven；〃　said　Planchet；　〃what　a　misfortune！　and　how　did　it　happen？〃
　　〃I　will　tell　you　all　about　it；〃　replied　Musqueton。
　　Porthos　uttered　a　deep　groan。
　　〃Make　way　for　us；　Planchet；〃　said　D'Artagnan　in　a　whisper　to　him；　〃or　he　will　not　arrive　alive；　the　lungs　are　attacked；　my　friend。〃
　　Planchet　shook　his　head　with　the　air　of　a　man　who　says；　〃In　that　case　things　look　ill。〃　Then　he　exclaimed；　turning　to　his　men：
　　〃Let　them　pass；　they　are　friends。
　　The　carriage　resumed　its　course；　and　Mazarin；　who　had　held　his　breath；　ventured　to　breathe　again。
　　〃Bricconi！〃　muttered　he。
　　A　few　steps　in　advance　of　the　gate　of　Saint　Honore　they　met　a　third　troop；　this　latter　party　was　posed　of　ill…looking　fellows；　who　resembled　bandits　more　than　anything　else；　they　were　the　men　of　the　beggar　of　Saint　Eustache。
　　〃Attention；　Porthos！〃　cried　D'Artagnan。
　　Porthos　placed　his　hand　on　the　pistols。
　　〃What　is　it？〃　asked　Mazarin。
　　〃My　lord；　I　think　we　are　in　bad　pany。〃
　　A　man　advanced　to　the　door　with　a　kind　of　scythe　in　his　hand。　〃Qui　vive？〃　he　asked。
　　〃Eh；　rascal！〃　said　D'Artagnan；　〃do　you　not　recognize　his　highness　the　prince's　carriage？〃
　　〃Prince　or　not；〃　said　the　man；　〃open。　We　are　here　to　guard　the　gate；　and　no　one　whom　we　do　not　know　shall　pass。〃
　　〃What　is　to　be　done？〃　said　Porthos。
　　〃Pardieu！　pass；〃　replied　D'Artagnan。
　　〃But　how？〃　asked　Mazarin。
　　〃Through　or　over；　coachman；　gallop　on。〃
　　The　coachman　raised　his　whip。
　　〃Not　a　step　further；〃　said　the　man；　who　appeared　to　be　the　captain；　〃or　I　will　hamstring　your　horses。〃
　　〃Peste！〃　said　Porthos；　〃it　would　be　a　pity；　animals　which　cost　me　a　hundred　pistoles　each。〃
　　〃I　will　pay　you　two　hundred　for　them；〃　said　Mazarin。
　　〃Yes；　but　when　once　they　are　hamstrung；　our　necks　will　be　strung　next。〃
　　〃If　one　of　them　es　to　my　side；〃　asked　Porthos；　〃must　I　kill　him？〃
　　〃Yes；　by　a　blow　of　your　fist；　if　you　can；　we　will　not　fire　but　at　the　last　extremity。〃
　　〃I　can　do　it；〃　said　Porthos。
　　〃e　and　open；　then！〃　cried　D'Artagnan　to　the　man　with　the　scythe；　taking　one　of　the　pistols　up　by　the　muzzle　and　preparing　to　strike　with　the　handle。　And　as　the　man　approached；　D'Artagnan；　in　order　to　have　more　freedom　for　his　actions；　leaned　half　out　of　the　door；　his　eyes　were　fixed　upon　those　of　the　mendicant；　which　were　lighted　up　by　a　lantern。　Without　doubt　he　recognized　D'Artagnan；　for　he　became　deadly　pale；　doubtless　the　musketeer　knew　him；　for　his　hair　stood　up　on　his　head。
　　〃Monsieur　d'Artagnan！〃　he　cried；　falling　back　a　step；　〃it　is　Monsieur　d'Artagnan！　let　him　pass。〃
　　D'Artagnan　was　perhaps　about　to　reply；　when　a　blow；　similar　to　that　of　a　mallet　falling　on　the　head　of　an　ox；　was　heard。　The　noise　was　caused　by　Porthos；　who　had　just　knocked　down　his　man。
　　D'Artagnan　turned　around　and　saw　the　unfortunate　man　upon　his　back　about　four　paces　off。
　　〃'Sdeath！〃　cried　he　to　the　coachman。　〃Spur　your　horses！　whip！　get　on！〃
　　The　coachman　bestowed　a　heavy　blow　of　the　whip　upon　his　horses；　the　noble　animals　bounded　forward；　then　cries　of　men　who　were　knocked　down　were　heard；　then　a　double　concussion　was　felt；　and　two　of　the　wheels　seemed　to　pass　over　a　round　and　flexible　body。　There　was　a　moment's　silence；　then　the　carriage　cleared　the　gate。
　　〃To　Cours　la　Reine！〃　cried　D'Artagnan　to　the　coachman；　then　turning　to　Mazarin　he　said；　〃Now；　my　lord；　you　can　say　five　paters　and　five　aves；　in　thanks　to　Heaven　for　your　deliverance。　You　are　safe　　you　are　free。〃
　　Mazarin　replied　only　by　a　groan；　he　could　not　believe　in　such　a　miracle。　Five　minutes　later　the　carriage　stopped；　having　reached　Cours　la　Reine。
　　〃Is　my　lord　pleased　with　his　escort？〃　asked　D'Artagnan。
　　〃Enchanted；　monsieur；〃　said　Mazarin；　venturing　his　head　out　of　one　of　the　windows；　〃and　now　do　as　much　for　the　queen。〃
　　〃It　will　not　be　so　difficult；〃　replied　D'Artagnan；　springing　to　the　ground。　〃Monsieur　du　Vallon；　I　mend　his　eminence　to　your　care。〃
　　〃Be　quite　at　ease；〃　said　Porthos；　holding　out　his　hand；　which　D'Artagnan　took　and　shook　in　his。
　　〃Oh！〃　cried　Porthos；　as　if　in　pain。
　　D'Artagnan　looked　with　surprise　at　his　friend。
　　〃What　is　the　matter；　then？〃　he　asked。
　　〃I　think　I　have　sprained　my　wrist；'　said　Porthos。
　　〃The　devil！　why；　you　strike　like　a　blind　or　a　deaf　man。〃
　　〃It　was　necessary；　my　man　was　going　to　fire　a　pistol　at　me；　but　you　　how　did　you　get　rid　of　yours？〃
　　〃Oh；　mine；〃　replied　D'Artagnan；　〃was　not　a　man。〃
　　〃What　was　it　then？〃
　　〃It　was　an　apparition。〃
　　〃And　　〃
　　〃I　charmed　it　away。〃
　　Without　further　explanation　D'Artagnan　took　the　pistols　which　were　upon　the　front　seat；　placed　them　in　his　belt；　wrapped　himself　in　his　cloak；　and　not　wishing　to　enter　by　the　same　gate　as　that　through　which　they　had　left；　he　took　his　way　toward　the　Richelieu　gate。
　　The　Carriage　of　Monsieur　le　Coadjuteur
　　Instead　of　returning；　then；　by　the　Saint　Honore　gate；　D'Artagnan；　who　had　time　before　him；　walked　around　and　re…entered　by　the　Porte　Richelieu。　He　was　approached　to　be　examined；　and　when　it　was　discovered　by　his　plumed　hat　and　his　laced　coat；　that　he　was　an　officer　of　the　musketeers；　he　was　surrounded；　with　the　intention　of　making　him　cry；　〃Down　with　Mazarin！〃　The　demonstration　did　not　fail　to　make　him　uneasy　at　first；　but　when　he　discovered　what　it　meant；　he　shouted　it　in　such　a　voice　that　even　the　most　exacting　were　satisfied。　He　walked　down　the　Rue　Richelieu；　meditat