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"
My
faith
,
"
said
Athos
,
"
I
have
nothing
to
say
against
a
retreat
.
We
bet
upon
one
hour
,
and
we
have
stayed
an
hour
and
a
half
.
Nothing
can
be
said
;
let
us
be
off
,
gentlemen
,
let
us
be
off
!
"
Grimaud
was
already
ahead
,
with
the
basket
and
the
dessert
.
The
four
friends
followed
,
ten
paces
behind
him
.
"
What
the
devil
shall
we
do
now
,
gentlemen
?
"
cried
Athos
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
anything
?
"
said
Aramis
.
"
The
white
flag
,
morbleu
!
We
must
not
leave
a
flag
in
the
hands
of
the
enemy
,
even
if
that
flag
be
but
a
napkin
.
"
And
Athos
ran
back
to
the
bastion
,
mounted
the
platform
,
and
bore
off
the
flag
;
but
as
the
Rochellais
had
arrived
within
musket
range
,
they
opened
a
terrible
fire
upon
this
man
,
who
appeared
to
expose
himself
for
pleasure
's
sake
.
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
.
