Calais or Boulogne. Should our bark be upset we are five of us good swimmers, able enough to turn it over again, or if not, to hold on by it. Now we are on the very road which all the vessels between Dover and Calais take, ‘tis impossible but that we should meet with a fisherman who will pick us up.”
“But should we not find any fisherman and should the wind shift to the north?”
“That,” said Athos, “would be quite another thing; and we should nevermore see land until we were upon the other side of the Atlantic.”
“Which implies that we may die of hunger,” said Aramis.
“‘Tis more than possible,” answered the Comte de la Fere.