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The
young
man
turned
quickly
round
,
for
this
attack
could
not
have
come
from
the
bastion
,
which
was
hidden
by
the
angle
of
the
trench
.
The
idea
of
the
two
soldiers
who
had
abandoned
him
occurred
to
his
mind
,
and
with
them
he
remembered
the
assassins
of
two
evenings
before
.
He
resolved
this
time
to
know
with
whom
he
had
to
deal
,
and
fell
upon
the
body
of
his
comrade
as
if
he
were
dead
.
He
quickly
saw
two
heads
appear
above
an
abandoned
work
within
thirty
paces
of
him
;
they
were
the
heads
of
the
two
soldiers
.
D'Artagnan
had
not
been
deceived
;
these
two
men
had
only
followed
for
the
purpose
of
assassinating
him
,
hoping
that
the
young
man
's
death
would
be
placed
to
the
account
of
the
enemy
.
As
he
might
be
only
wounded
and
might
denounce
their
crime
,
they
came
up
to
him
with
the
purpose
of
making
sure
.
Fortunately
,
deceived
by
d'Artagnan
's
trick
,
they
neglected
to
reload
their
guns
.
When
they
were
within
ten
paces
of
him
,
d'Artagnan
,
who
in
falling
had
taken
care
not
to
let
go
his
sword
,
sprang
up
close
to
them
.
The
assassins
comprehended
that
if
they
fled
toward
the
camp
without
having
killed
their
man
,
they
should
be
accused
by
him
;
therefore
their
first
idea
was
to
join
the
enemy
.
One
of
them
took
his
gun
by
the
barrel
,
and
used
it
as
he
would
a
club
.
He
aimed
a
terrible
blow
at
d'Artagnan
,
who
avoided
it
by
springing
to
one
side
;
but
by
this
movement
he
left
a
passage
free
to
the
bandit
,
who
darted
off
toward
the
bastion
.
As
the
Rochellais
who
guarded
the
bastion
were
ignorant
of
the
intentions
of
the
man
they
saw
coming
toward
them
,
they
fired
upon
him
,
and
he
fell
,
struck
by
a
ball
which
broke
his
shoulder
.
Meantime
d'Artagnan
had
thrown
himself
upon
the
other
soldier
,
attacking
him
with
his
sword
.
The
conflict
was
not
long
;
the
wretch
had
nothing
to
defend
himself
with
but
his
discharged
arquebus
.
The
sword
of
the
Guardsman
slipped
along
the
barrel
of
the
now-useless
weapon
,
and
passed
through
the
thigh
of
the
assassin
,
who
fell
.
D'Artagnan
immediately
placed
the
point
of
his
sword
at
his
throat
.
"
Oh
,
do
not
kill
me
!
"
cried
the
bandit
.
"
Pardon
,
pardon
,
my
officer
,
and
I
will
tell
you
all
.
"
