those who had collected a number of the malcontents at the same spot, but a concerted organized attack.
Each of these mobs was led by a chief, one of whom appeared to belong, not to the people, but to the honorable corporation of mendicants, and the other, notwithstanding his affected imitation of the people, might easily be discerned to be a gentleman. Both were evidently stimulated by the same impulse.
There was a shock which was perceived even in the royal carriage. Myriads of hoarse cries, forming one vast uproar, were heard, mingled with guns firing.
“Ho! Musketeers!” cried D’Artagnan.
The escort divided into two files. One of them passed around to the right of the carriage, the other to