setting the example he plowed his oar into the sea; two strokes took the bark on twenty fathoms further.
“Oh! you will not abandon me! You will not leave me to perish! You will not be pitiless!” cried Mordaunt.
“Ah! ah!” said Porthos to Mordaunt, “I think we have you now, my hero! and there are no doors by which you can escape this time but those of hell.”
“Oh! Porthos!” murmured the Comte de la Fere.
“Oh, pray, for mercy’s sake, don’t fly from me. For pity’s sake!” cried the young man, whose agony-drawn breath at times, when his head went under water, under the wave, exhaled and made the icy waters bubble.