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On
their
part
,
the
French
,
on
seeing
the
four
friends
return
at
such
a
step
,
uttered
cries
of
enthusiasm
.
At
length
a
fresh
discharge
was
heard
,
and
this
time
the
balls
came
rattling
among
the
stones
around
the
four
friends
,
and
whistling
sharply
in
their
ears
.
The
Rochellais
had
at
last
taken
possession
of
the
bastion
.
"
These
Rochellais
are
bungling
fellows
,
"
said
Athos
;
"
how
many
have
we
killed
of
them
--
a
dozen
?
"
"
Or
fifteen
.
"
"
How
many
did
we
crush
under
the
wall
?
"
"
Eight
or
ten
.
"
"
And
in
exchange
for
all
that
not
even
a
scratch
!
Ah
,
but
what
is
the
matter
with
your
hand
,
d'Artagnan
?
It
bleeds
,
seemingly
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
nothing
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
A
spent
ball
?
"
"
Not
even
that
.
"
