But Athos might be said to bear a charmed life. The balls passed and whistled all around him; not one struck him.
Athos waved his flag, turning his back on the guards of the city, and saluting those of the camp. On both sides loud cries arose--on the one side cries of anger, on the other cries of enthusiasm.
A second discharge followed the first, and three balls, by passing through it, made the napkin really a flag. Cries were heard from the camp, "Come down! come down!"
Athos came down; his friends, who anxiously awaited him, saw him returned with joy.
"Come along, Athos, come along!" cried d'Artagnan; "now we have found everything except money, it would be stupid to be killed."
But Athos continued to march majestically, whatever remarks his companions made; and they, finding their r
