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to the soldier, who pointed out the tent tohim; immediately Monk and Athos turned towards it. Itappeared to the general that at the moment they came up, ashadow like that they had already seen glided into thistent; but on drawing nearer he perceived he must have beenmistaken, for all of them were asleep pele mele, and nothingwas seen but arms and legs joined, crossed, and mixed.Athos, fearing lest he should be suspected of connivancewith some of his compatriots, remained outside the tent."Hola!" said Monk, in French, "wake up here." Two or threeof the sleepers got up."I want a man to light me," continued Monk."Your honor may depend upon us," said a voice which madeAthos start. "Where do you wish us to go?""You shall see. A light! come, quickly!""Yes, your honor. Does it please your honor that I shouldaccompany you?""You or another, it is of very little consequence, providedI have a light.""It is strange!" thought Athos, "what a singular voice thatman has!""Some fire, you fellows!" cried the fisherman; "come, makehaste!"Then addressing his companion nearest to him in a low voice:-- "Get a light, Menneville," said he, "and hold yourselfready for anything."One of the fishermen struck light from a stone, set fire tosome tinder, and by the aid of a match lit a lantern. Thelight immediately spread all over the tent."Are you ready, monsieur?" said Monk to Athos, who hadturned away, not to expose his face to the light."Yes, general," replied he."Ah! the French gentleman!" said the leader of the fishermento himself. "Peste! I have a great mind to charge you withthe commission, Menneville; he may know me. Light! light!"This dialogue was pronounced at the back of the tent, and inso low a voice that Monk could not hear a syllable of it; hewas, besides, talking with Athos. Menneville got himselfready in the meantime, or rather received the orders of hisleader."Well?" said Monk."I am ready, general," said the fisherman.Monk, Athos, and the fisherman left the tent."It is impossible!" thought Athos. "What dream could putthat into my head?""Go forward; follow the middle causeway, and stretch outyour legs," said Monk to the fisherman.They were not twenty paces on their way when the same shadowthat had appeared to enter the tent came out of it again,crawled along as far as the piles, and, protected by thatsort of parapet placed along the causeway, carefullyobserved the march of the general. All three disappeared inthe night haze. They were walking towards Newcastle, thewhite stones of which appeared to them like sepulchres.After standing for a few seconds under the porch, theypenetrated into the interior. The door had been broken openby hatchets. A post of four men slept in safety in a corner,so certain were they that the attack would not take place onthat side."Will not these men be in your way?" said Monk to Athos."On the contrary, monsieur, they will assist in rolling outthe barrels, if your honor will permit them.""You are right."The post, though fast asleep, roused up at the first stepsof the three visitors amongst the briars and grass thatinvaded the porch. Monk gave the password, and penetratedinto the interior of the convent, preceded by the light. Hewalked last, watching the least movement of Athos, his nakeddirk in his sleeve, and ready to plunge it into the back ofthe gentleman at the first suspicious gesture he should seehim make. But Athos, with a firm and sure step, crossed thechambers and courts.Not a door, not a window was left in this building. Thedoors had been burnt, some on the spot, and the charcoal ofthem was still jagged with the action of the fire, which hadgone out of itself, powerless, no doubt, to get to the heartof those massive joints of oak fastened together with ironnails. As to the windows, all the panes having been broken,night birds, alarmed by the torch, flew away through theirholes. At the same time, gigantic bats began to trace theirvast, silent circles around the intruders, whilst the lightof the torch made their shadows tremble on the high stonewalls. Monk concluded there could be no man in the convent,since wild beasts and birds were there still, and fled awayat his approach.After having passed the rubbish, and torn away more than onebranch of ivy that had
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