exception of Grimaud, were not silent.
Suddenly Mousqueton uttered a cry of delight, taking from beneath one of the benches a bottle of wine; and on looking more closely in the same place he discovered a dozen similar bottles, bread, and a monster junk of salted beef.
“Oh, sir!” he cried, passing the bottle to Porthos, “we are saved — the bark is supplied with provisions.”
This intelligence restored every one save Athos to gayety.
“Zounds!” exclaimed Porthos, “‘tis astonishing how empty violent agitation makes the stomach.”
And he drank off half a bottle at a draught and bit great mouthfuls of the bread and meat.