appeared. "Fifty men with swords and muskets," said he,
looking at Athos.

"That is too few if there is danger, too many if there is
not."

"I will go alone," said Monk; "I want nobody. Come,
monsieur."




CHAPTER 25

The March



Athos and Monk passed over, in going from the camp towards
the Tweed, that part of the ground which Digby had traversed
with the fishermen coming from the Tweed to the camp. The
aspect of this place, the aspect of the changes man had
wrought in it, was of a nature to produce a great effect
upon a lively and delicate imagination like that of Athos.
Athos looked at nothing but these desolate spots; Monk
looked at nothing but Athos -- at Athos, who, with his eyes
sometimes directed towards heaven, and sometimes towards the
earth, sought, thought, and sighed.

Digby, whom the last orders of the general, and particularly