friends would be impossible. Uneasiness took possession of the tender, constant heart of Athos, and fearful forecasts were the torment of the impulsive Aramis. They galloped on for two or three hours as furiously as the cavaliers on the wall. All at once, in a narrow pass, they perceived that the road was partially barricaded by an enormous stone. It had evidently been rolled across the pass by some arm of giant strength.
“Oh!” he said, looking at the stone, “this is the work of either Hercules or Porthos.
Let us get down, count, and examine this rock.”
They both alighted. The stone had been brought with the evident intention of barricading the road, but some one having