not to be served by cowards. Rob your master, eat his sweetmeats, and drink his wine; but, by Jove! don’t be a coward, or I shall cut off your ears. Look at Monsieur Mouston, see the honorable wounds he has received, observe how his habitual valor has given dignity to his countenance.”
Mousqueton was in the third heaven and would have embraced D’Artagnan had he dared; meanwhile he resolved to sacrifice his life for him on the next occasion that presented itself.
“Send away that fellow, Raoul,” said the Gascon; “for if he’s a coward he will disgrace thee some day.”
“Monsieur says I am coward,” cried Olivain, “because he wanted the other day to fight a cornet in