The two friends, recalled by D’Artagnan to what was also due to Porthos, pressed his hand in their turn.
“And now,” said Athos, “it is not our plan to run anywhere and like madmen, but we must map up our campaign. What shall we do?”
“What are we going to do, i’faith? It is not very difficult to say.”
“Tell us, then, D’Artagnan.”
“We are going to reach the nearest seaport, unite our little resources, hire a vessel and return to France. As for me I will give my last sou for it. Life is the greatest treasure, and speaking candidly, ours hangs by a thread.”
“What do you say to this, Du Vallon?”
“I,” said Porthos, “I am entirely of D’Artagnan’s opinion; this is a ‘beastly’ country, this England.”
“You are quite decided, then, to leave it?” asked Athos of D’Artagnan.
“Egad! I don’t see what is to keep me here.”
A glance was exchanged between Athos and Aramis.