Oh! said Porthos.
Hush! hush! said Aramis, still more softly.
And amid the noise of the third brigade, which continued to advance, amid the imprecations of the guards left alive, of the dying breathing their last sigh, Aramis and Porthos glided imperceptibly along the granite walls of the cavern. Aramis led Porthos into the last compartment but one, and showed him in a hollow of the rocky wall a barrel of powder weighing from seventy to eighty pounds, to which he had just attached a match. My friend, said he to Porthos, you will take this barrel, the match of which I am going to set fire to, and throw it amid our enemies; can you do so?
Parbleu! replied Porthos; and he lifted the barrel with one hand. Light it!
Stop, said Aramis, till they are all massed together, and then, my Jupi
