The Skiff “Lightning.”
D’Artagnan had judged correctly; Mordaunt felt that he had no time to lose, and he lost none.
He knew the rapidity of decision and action that characterized his enemies and resolved to act with reference to that. This time the musketeers had an adversary who was worthy of them.
After closing the door carefully behind him Mordaunt glided into the subterranean passage, sheathing on the way his now useless sword, and thus reached the neighboring house, where he paused to examine himself and to take breath.
“Good!” he said, “nothing, almost nothing — scratches, nothing more; two in the arm and one in the breast. The wounds that I make are better