“Suppose I happen to strangle him?”
“To be sure there would only be a Swiss the less in the world; but you will not do so, I hope. Lay him down here; we’ll gag him and tie him — no matter where — somewhere. So we shall get from him one uniform and a sword.”
“Marvelous!” exclaimed Porthos, looking at the Gascon with the most profound admiration.
“Pooh!” replied D’Artagnan.
“Yes,” said Porthos, recollecting himself, “but one uniform and one sword will not suffice for two.”
“Well; but there’s his comrade.”
“True,” said Porthos.