“Do one thing, my friend. Get on horseback, and join him.”
“You are right,” said D’Artagnan, “I will.”
“Shall I go with you?”
“No, thank you; Porthos is a rather remarkable man: I will inquire as I go along.”
“Will you take an arquebuse?”
“Thank you.”
“Order what horse you like to be saddled.”
“The one I rode yesterday, on coming from Belle-Isle.”
“So be it: use the horse as your own.”
Aramis rang, and gave orders to have the horse M. d’Artagnan had chosen, saddled.