“Stop a bit,” said the dragoon, placing his saber like a spit upon the two large iron dogs which held the firebrands in the chimney, “stop a bit, I am in it. You cursed host! a dripping pan immediately, that I may not lose a drop of the fat of this estimable bird.” “You was right,” said the Swiss; “goose grease is kood with basdry.” “There!” said the dragoon. “Now for the wager! We listen, Monsieur Athos.” “Yes, the wager!” said the light-horseman. “Well, Monsieur de Busigny, I will bet you,” said Athos, “that my three companions, Messieurs Porthos, Aramis, and D’Artagnan, and myself, will go and breakfast in the bastion St. Gervais, and we will remain there an hour, by the watch, whatever the enemy may do to dislodge us.” Porthos and Aramis looked at each other; they began to comprehend. “But,” said D’Artagnan, in the ear of Athos, “you are going to get us all killed without mercy.” “We are much more likely to be killed,” said Athos, “if we do not go.” “My faith, gentlemen,” said Porthos, turning round upon his chair and twisting his mustache, “that’s a fair bet, I hope.” “I take it,” said M. de Busigny; “so let us fix the stake.” “You are four gentlemen,” said Athos, “and we are four; an unlimited dinner for eight. Will that do?” “Capitally,” replied M. de Busigny. “Perfectly,” said the dragoon. “That shoots me,” said the Swiss. The fourth auditor, who during all this conversation had played a mute part, made a sign of the head in proof that he acquiesced in the proposition. “The breakfast for these gentlemen is ready,” said the host. “Well, bring it,” said Athos. The host obeyed. Athos called Grimaud, pointed to a large basket which lay in a corner, and made a sign to him to wrap the viands up in the napkins. Grimaud understood that it was to be a breakfast on the grass, took the basket, packed up the viands, added the bottles, and then took the basket on his arm. “But where are you going to eat my breakfast?” asked the host. “What matter, if you are paid for it?” said Athos, and he threw two pistoles majestically on the table. “Shall I give you the change, my officer?” said the host. “No, only add two bottles of champagne, and the difference will be for the napkins.” The host had not quite so good a bargain as he at first hoped for, but he made amends by slipping in two bottles of Anjou wine instead of two bottles of champagne. “Monsieur de Busigny,” said Athos, “will you be so kind as to set your watch with mine, or permit me to regulate mine by yours?” “Which you please, monsieur!” said the light-horseman, drawing from his fob a very handsome watch, studded with diamonds; “half past seven.” “Thirty-five minutes after seven,” said Athos, “by which you perceive I am five minutes faster than you.”