Aramis calmly drew his sword, which he had carried between his teeth as he swam.
“If he lays his hand on the boat’s edge I will cut it off, regicide that he is.”
“And I,” said Porthos. “Wait.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Aramis.
“Throw myself in the water and strangle him.”
“Oh, gentlemen!” cried Athos, “be men! be Christians! See! death is depicted on his face! Ah! do not bring on me the horrors of remorse!
Grant me this poor wretch’s life. I will bless you — I — — ”
“I am dying!” cried