“Well, you can go out by that door whenever you please; for from this moment you are free as the air.”

“I recognize you there, my brave D’Artagnan,” replied Athos; “but you are no longer our masters.

That door is guarded, D’Artagnan; you know that.”

“Very well, you will force it,” said Porthos. “There are only a dozen men at the most.”

“That would be nothing for us four; it is too much for us two. No, divided as we now are, we must perish. See the fatal example: on the Vendomois road, D’Artagnan, you so brave, and you, Porthos, so valiant and so strong — you were beaten; to-day Aramis and I are beaten in our turn.