D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 316: what you’re looking at

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The Last Card. 297 Sergeant Diego had come to a conclusion. He wheeled round, not noticing that his prisoner was holding the bared sword. “This alters things! Since the Spanish give up the last vestige of their hold, Lisbon belongs alone to the Lis- bonese.”’ ‘““Admirable logic!” “Then, as chief of the town forces i “T repeat it!’ “T command here!” “Command, then!” “If only I knew what was happening in the town?” “The quickest way to ascertain is to go there +5 “That is flat!” “And, since I am dying with curiosity, and you cannot Bae your captive to die on your hands, take me with u!’ “That solves it! Come, come, and lose no time!” “T precede you!” cried D’Artagnan, leading the way out of the tent. Without a speech in the tongue he did not feel expert in, Porthos, assisted by some fishers who had added them- selves to the civic guards, had stirred up the perplexed soldiers. On seeing the brilliantly-bedizened musketeer emerge from the tent, these set up a welcoming cry. “To the town!” cried D’Artagnan, waving his sword. “To the town, fellow wardsmen!” said the sergeant, waving his sword. “It is in the hands of the mob, and they are pillaging your stores!” At this touching appeal, the citizen soldiery waited no longer; they surrounded their leader, and the immense mass, in front of which was borne Porthos, unable to ap- proach his friend, began to move toward the walls, with a front of two hundred, touching shoulders. Along this impenetrable line a Spanish officer rushed madly, trying to make himself heard. Annoyed by his — efforts, a dozen pikes threatened ito pin him down, but Porthos, recognizing Don Jorge, thrust them aside with Balizarde, and said, while covering Count Marianda, sar- castically: “Keep to the right, my lord; keep to the right!” | So, pushed to the side, and forced to travel along the Gomicbooks (€(@) im