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Bicarat and Porthos had just made counter hits. Porthos had received a thrust through his arm, and Bicarat one through his thigh. But neither of the wounds was serious, and they only fought the more earnestly for them. Athos, wounded again by Cahusac, was steadily growing paler, but did not give way a foot; he had only changed his sword-hand, and was fighting with his left. According to the laws of duelling at that period, DArtagnan was at liberty to assist the one he pleased. While he was trying to find out which of his companions needed his aid, he caught a glance from Athos. This glance was of sublime eloquence. Athos would have died rather than appeal for help; but he could look, and with that look ask assistance. DArtagnan interpreted it. With a terrible bound he sprang to the side of Cahusac, crying, To me, Sir Guard, or I will slay you! Cahusac turned. It was time, for Athos, whose great courage alone supported him, sank upon his knee. Sblood! cried he to DArtagnan, do not kill him, young man, I beg of you. I have an old affair to settle with him when I am healed and sound again. Disarm him only; make sure of his sword. Thats it! thats it! well done! very well done! This exclamation was drawn from Athos by seeing the sword of Cahusac fly twenty paces from him. DArtagnan and Cahusac sprang forward at the same instant, the one to recover, the other to obtain, the sword; but DArtagnan, being the more active, reached it first and placed his foot upon it. Cahusac immediately ran to the guardsman whom Aramis had killed, seized his rapier, and returned towards DArtagnan; but on his way he met Athos, who, during the momentary relief which DArtagnan had procured for him, had recovered his breath, and who, for fear that DArtagnan should kill his own personal enemy, wished to resume the fight. DArtagnan perceived that it would be disobliging Athos not to leave him alone; and in a few minutes Cahusac fell, with a swordthrust through his throat. At the same instant Aramis placed his sword-point on the breast of his fallen enemy, and compelled him to ask for mercy. Only Porthos and Bicarat remained. Porthos was boasting merrily, asking Bicarat what oclock it could be, and offering him his compliments upon his brother having just obtained a company in the regiment of Navarre; but joke as he might, he gained no advantage. Bicarat was one of those iron men who never fall dead. Nevertheless it was necessary to put an end to the affair. The watch might come up and take all the combatants, wounded or not, royalists or cardinalists. Athos, Aramis, and DArtagnan surrounded Bicarat and summoned him to surrender. Though alone against all, and with a wound in his thigh, Bicarat wished to hold out; but Jussac, who had risen upon his elbow, cried out to him to yield. Bicarat was a Gascon, as DArtagnan was; he turned a deaf ear, and contented himself with laughing; and between two parries, finding time to point to a spot of earth with his sword. Here, cried he, parodying a verse of the Biblehere will Bicarat die, the only one of those who are with him! But there are four against you; leave off, I command you! Ah, if you command me, thats another thing, said Bicarat; you being my sergeant, it is my duty to obey. |
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