gold, but had at least half. One could comprehend the necessity
of the cold and the urgency of the cloak.

"Bless me!" cried Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrass
himself of d'Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back; "you
must be mad to run against people in this manner."

"Excuse me," said d'Artagnan, reappearing under the shoulder of
the giant, "but I am in such haste--I was running after someone
and--"

"And do you always forget your eyes when you run?" asked Porthos.

"No," replied d'Artagnan, piqued, "and thanks to my eyes, I can
see what other people cannot see."

Whether Porthos understood him or did not understand him, giving
way to his anger, "Monsieur," said he, "you stand a chance of
getting chastised if you rub Musketeers in this fashion."

"Chastised, Monsieur!" said d'Artagnan, "the expression is
strong."

"It is one that becomes a man accustomed to look his enemies in
the face."

"Ah, PARDIEU! I know full well that you don't turn your back to
yours."

And the young man, delighted with his joke, went away laughing