"Seventy-five and five, eighty. Ah! ah!" said Porthos.
"If they fire all at once they will riddle us with balls."
"Certainly they will."
"Without reckoning," added Aramis, "that the detonations might occasion fallings in of the cavern."
"Aye," said Porthos, "a piece of falling rock just now grazed my shoulder a little."
"You see, then!"
"Oh! it is nothing."
"We must determine upon something quickly. Our Bretons are going to continue to roll the canoe toward the sea."
"Very well."
"We two will keep the powder, the balls, and muskets here."