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.
“Now,” said Athos, “sleep, or try to sleep, my friends, and I will watch.”
In a few moments, notwithstanding their wet clothes, the icy blast that blew and the previous scene of terror, these hardy adventurers, with their iron frames, inured to every hardship, threw themselves