impossible, for they would have killed the captain and the sailors.”
“Bah! much Monsieur Mordaunt would care. You don’t imagine he would consider a little thing like that?”
“At any rate,” said Porthos, “I am glad to hear D’Artagnan admit that he is afraid.”
“I not only confess it, but am proud of it,” returned the Gascon; “I’m not such a rhinoceros as you are. Oho! what’s that?”
“The Lightning,” answered the captain, “our felucca.”
“So far, so good,” laughed Athos.
They went on board and the captain instantly conducted them to