D"Artagnan struck the barrels with his hand, and having ascertained that he spoke the truth, pushed his lantern, greatly to the captain"s alarm, into the interstices between the barrels, and finding that there was nothing concealed in them: "Come along," he said; and he went toward the door of the second compartment.
"Stop!" said the Englishman, "I have the key of that door;" and he opened the door, with a trembling hand, into the second compartment, where Mousqueton and Blaisois were preparing supper.
Here there was evidently nothing to seek or to apprehend and they pa.s.sed rapidly to examine the third compartment.
This was the room appropriated to the sailors. Two or three hammocks hung upon the ceiling, a table and two benches composed the entire furniture. D"Artagnan picked up two or three old sails hung on the walls, and meeting nothing to suspect, regained by the hatchway the deck of the vessel.
"And this room?" he asked, pointing to the captain"s cabin.
"That"s my room," replied Groslow.
"Open the door."
The captain obeyed. D"Artagnan stretched out his arm in which he held the lantern, put his head in at the half opened door, and seeing that the cabin was nothing better than a shed: "Good," he said. "If there is an army on board it is not here that it is hidden. Let us see what Porthos has found for supper." And thanking the captain, he regained the state cabin, where his friends were.
Porthos had found nothing, and with him fatigue had prevailed over hunger. He had fallen asleep and was in a profound slumber when D"Artagnan returned. Athos and Aramis were beginning to close their eyes, which they half opened when their companion came in again.
"Well!" said Aramis.
"All is well; we may sleep tranquilly."
On this a.s.surance the two friends fell asleep; and D"Artagnan, who was very weary, bade good-night to Grimaud and laid himself down in his cloak, with naked sword at his side, in such a manner that his body barricaded the pa.s.sage, and it should be impossible to enter the room without upsetting him.
71. Port Wine.
In ten minutes the masters slept; not so the servants---hungry, and more thirsty than hungry.
Blaisois and Mousqueton set themselves to preparing their bed which consisted of a plank and a valise. On a hanging table, which swung to and fro with the rolling of the vessel, were a pot of beer and three gla.s.ses.
"This cursed rolling!" said Blaisois. "I know it will serve me as it did when we came over."
"And to think," said Mousqueton, "that we have nothing to fight seasickness with but barley bread and hop beer. Pah!"
"But where is your wicker flask, Monsieur Mousqueton? Have you lost it?" asked Blaisois.
"No," replied Mousqueton, "Parry kept it. Those devilish Scotchmen are always thirsty. And you, Grimaud," he said to his companion, who had just come in after his round with D"Artagnan, "are you thirsty?"
"As thirsty as a Scotchman!" was Grimaud"s laconic reply.
And he sat down and began to cast up the accounts of his party, whose money he managed.
"Oh, lackadaisy! I"m beginning to feel queer!" cried Blaisois.
"If that"s the case," said Mousqueton, with a learned air, "take some nourishment."
"Do you call that nourishment?" said Blaisois, pointing to the barley bread and pot of beer upon the table.
"Blaisois," replied Mousqueton, "remember that bread is the true nourishment of a Frenchman, who is not always able to get bread, ask Grimaud."
"Yes, but beer?" asked Blaisois sharply, "is that their true drink?"
"As to that," answered Mousqueton, puzzled how to get out of the difficulty, "I must confess that to me beer is as disagreeable as wine is to the English."
"What! Monsieur Mousqueton! The English--do they dislike wine?"
"They hate it."
"But I have seen them drink it."
"As a punishment. For example, an English prince died one day because they had put him into a b.u.t.t of Malmsey. I heard the Chevalier d"Herblay say so."
"The fool!" cried Blaisois, "I wish I had been in his place."
"Thou canst be," said Grimaud, writing down his figures.
"How?" asked Blaisois, "I can? Explain yourself."
Grimaud went on with his sum and cast up the whole.
"Port," he said, extending his hand in the direction of the first compartment examined by D"Artagnan and himself.
"Eh? eh? ah? Those barrels I saw through the door?"
"Port!" replied Grimaud, beginning a fresh sum.
"I have heard," said Blaisois, "that port is a very good wine."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Mousqueton, smacking his lips. "Excellent; there is port wine in the cellar of Monsieur le Baron de Bracieux."
"Suppose we ask these Englishmen to sell us a bottle," said the honest Blaisois.
"Sell!" cried Mousqueton, about whom there was a remnant of his ancient marauding character left. "One may well perceive, young man, that you are inexperienced. Why buy what one can take?"
"Take!" said Blaisois; "covet the goods of your neighbor? That is forbidden, it seems to me."
"Where forbidden?" asked Mousqueton.
"In the commandments of G.o.d, or of the church, I don"t know which. I only know it says, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor"s goods, nor yet his wife.""
"That is a child"s reason, Monsieur Blaisois," said Mousqueton in his most patronizing manner. "Yes, you talk like a child--I repeat the word. Where have you read in the Scriptures, I ask you, that the English are your neighbors?"
"Where, that is true," said Blaisois; "at least, I can"t now recall it."
"A child"s reason--I repeat it," continued Mousqueton. "If you had been ten years engaged in war, as Grimaud and I have been, my dear Blaisois, you would know the difference there is between the goods of others and the goods of enemies. Now an Englishman is an enemy; this port wine belongs to the English, therefore it belongs to us."
"And our masters?" asked Blaisois, stupefied by this harangue, delivered with an air of profound sagacity, "will they be of your opinion?"
Mousqueton smiled disdainfully.
"I suppose that you think it necessary that I should disturb the repose of these ill.u.s.trious lords to say, "Gentlemen, your servant, Mousqueton, is thirsty." What does Monsieur Bracieux care, think you, whether I am thirsty or not?"
""Tis a very expensive wine," said Blaisois, shaking his head.
"Were it liquid gold, Monsieur Blaisois, our masters would not deny themselves this wine. Know that Monsieur de Bracieux is rich enough to drink a tun of port wine, even if obliged to pay a pistole for every drop." His manner became more and more lofty every instant; then he arose and after finishing off the beer at one draught he advanced majestically to the door of the compartment where the wine was. "Ah! locked!" he exclaimed; "these devils of English, how suspicious they are!"
"Locked!" said Blaisois; "ah! the deuce it is; unlucky, for my stomach is getting more and more upset."
"Locked!" repeated Mousqueton.
"But," Blaisois ventured to say, "I have heard you relate, Monsieur Mousqueton, that once on a time, at Chantilly, you fed your master and yourself by taking partridges in a snare, carp with a line, and bottles with a slipnoose."
"Perfectly true; but there was an airhole in the cellar and the wine was in bottles. I cannot throw the loop through this part.i.tion nor move with a pack-thread a cask of wine which may perhaps weigh two hundred pounds."
"No, but you can take out two or three boards of the part.i.tion," answered Blaisois, "and make a hole in the cask with a gimlet."
Mousqueton opened his great round eyes to the utmost, astonished to find in Blaisois qualities for which he did not give him credit.
""Tis true," he said; "but where can I get a chisel to take the planks out, a gimlet to pierce the cask?"
"Trousers," said Grimaud, still squaring his accounts.
"Ah, yes!" said Mousqueton.
Grimaud, in fact, was not only the accountant, but the armorer of the party; and as he was a man full of forethought, these trousers, carefully rolled up in his valise, contained every sort of tool for immediate use.
Mousqueton, therefore, was soon provided with tools and he began his task. In a few minutes he had extracted three boards. He tried to pa.s.s his body through the aperture, but not being like the frog in the fable, who thought he was larger than he really was, he found he must take out three or four more before he could get through.
He sighed and set to work again.
Grimaud had now finished his accounts. He arose and stood near Mousqueton.
"I," he said.
"What?" said Mousqueton.
"I can pa.s.s."
"That is true," said Mousqueton, glancing at his friend"s long and thin body, "you will pa.s.s easily."
"And he knows the full casks," said Blaisois, "for he has already been in the hold with Monsieur le Chevalier d"Artagnan. Let Monsieur Grimaud go in, Monsieur Mouston."
"I could go in as well as Grimaud," said Mousqueton, a little piqued.
"Yes, but that would take too much time and I am thirsty. I am getting more and more seasick."
"Go in, then, Grimaud," said Mousqueton, handing him the beer pot and gimlet.
"Rinse the gla.s.ses," said Grimaud. Then with a friendly gesture toward Mousqueton, that he might forgive him for finishing an enterprise so brilliantly begun by another, he glided like a serpent through the opening and disappeared.
Blaisois was in a state of great excitement; he was in ecstasies. Of all the exploits performed since their arrival in England by the extraordinary men with whom he had the honor to be a.s.sociated, this seemed without question to be the most wonderful.
"You are about to see," said Mousqueton, looking at Blaisois with an expression of superiority which the latter did not even think of questioning, "you are about to see, Blaisois, how we old soldiers drink when we are thirsty."
"My cloak," said Grimaud, from the bottom of the hold.
"What do you want?" asked Blaisois.
"My cloak--stop up the aperture with it."
"Why?" asked Blaisois.
"Simpleton!" exclaimed Mousqueton; "suppose any one came into the room."
"Ah, true," cried Blaisois, with evident admiration; "but it will be dark in the cellar."
"Grimaud always sees, dark or light, night as well as day," answered Mousqueton.
"That is lucky," said Blaisois. "As for me, when I have no candle I can"t take two steps without knocking against something."
"That"s because you haven"t served," said Mousqueton. "Had you been in the army you would have been able to pick up a needle on the floor of a closed oven. But hark! I think some one is coming."
Mousqueton made, with a low whistling sound, the sign of alarm well known to the lackeys in the days of their youth, resumed his place at the table and made a sign to Blaisois to follow his example.
Blaisois obeyed.
The door of their cabin was opened. Two men, wrapped in their cloaks, appeared.
"Oho!" said they, "not in bed at a quarter past eleven. That"s against all rules. In a quarter of an hour let every one be in bed and snoring."
These two men then went toward the compartment in which Grimaud was secreted; opened the door, entered and shut it after them.
"Ah!" cried Blaisois, "he is lost!"
"Grimaud"s a cunning fellow," murmured Mousqueton.
They waited for ten minutes, during which time no noise was heard that might indicate that Grimaud was discovered, and at the expiration of that anxious interval the two men returned, closed the door after them, and repeating their orders that the servants should go to bed and extinguish their lights, disappeared.
"Shall we obey?" asked Blaisois. "All this looks suspicious."
"They said a quarter of an hour. We still have five minutes," replied Mousqueton.