"You are going mad, my good fellow! Of what use can these dead men be?" "Don't judge hastily, say the gospel and the Cardinal," replied Athos. "How many guns have we got?" "Twelve," said Aramis. "How many charges?" "A hundred." "That will do. Now let us load." They set to work; and as they finished loading the last gun, Grimaud made a sign that breakfast was ready. By a gesture Athos replied that they were ready also, and then pointed out a pepper-box turret, where Grimaud was to keep watch. To help him pass the time Athos allowed him to take some bread, two cutlets, and a bottle of wine.... "Now," said D'Artagnan, "that there is no chance of our being overheard, I hope you will tell us your secret." "I trust, gentlemen, to give you both pleasure and glory at once," replied Athos. "I have made you take a charming walk, and now here is an excellent breakfast; while below, as you may see through the loop-holes, are five hundred persons, who consider us to be either lunatics or heroes,--two classes of idiots who have much in common...." "What is the matter, Grimaud? As the circumstances are grave, I will allow you to speak, but be short, I beg. What is it?" "A troop." "How many?" "Twenty?" "What are they?" "Sixteen pioneers, four soldiers." "How far off?" "Five hundred paces." "Then we have just time to finish this fowl and drink your health, D'Artagnan." A few minutes later the troop hove in sight, marching along a narrow trench that connected the bastion and the town. "Bah!" said Athos. "It was scarcely worth while disturbing ourselves for a mere handful of rascals armed with pickaxes, hoes, and shovels. Grimaud had only got to make them a sign to return whence they came, and I am sure they would have left us in peace." "I doubt it," said D'Artagnan, "for they are advancing steadily. And besides the sappers, there are four soldiers and a brigadier, all armed with muskets." "It is only because they have not seen us," replied Athos. "Upon my honor," cried Aramis, "I feel quite ashamed to fire on poor devils like that." "False priest!" exclaimed Porthos, "to have pity on heretics." "Aramis is right," said Athos. "I will warn them." "What on earth are you doing?" said D'Artagnan. "You will get yourself shot, my good fellow."