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.