"Hark!" cried Cauvignac, "there are the horns sounding the tally-ho." "But," continued Ferguzon, "what I say doesn't necessarily mean that we may not hunt." "How can we hunt, blockhead, if we can't get in?" "I don't say that we can't get in," rejoined Ferguzon. "How the devil can we get in, if the gates, which are open to others, are locked in our faces?" "Why shouldn't we make a breach in this little wall, for our private use,--a breach through which we and our horses can pass, and behind which we certainly shall find no one to call us to account?" "_Hourra!_" cried Cauvignac, waving his hat joyfully. "Full reparation! Ferguzon, you are the one brainy man among us! And when I have overturned the King of France, and placed Monsieur le Prince on his throne, I will demand Signor Mazarino Mazarini's place for you. To work, my boys, to work!" With that, Cauvignac sprang to the ground, and, assisted by his companions, one of whom sufficed to hold all the horses, he began to tear down the wall, already in a somewhat shaky condition. In a twinkling the five workers opened a breach three or four feet wide. Then they remounted and followed Cauvignac into the park. "Now," said he, riding in the direction whence the sound of the horns seemed to come, "now, be refined and courteous, and I invite you to take supper with Monsieur le Duc d'Enghien." XV. We have said that our six gentlemen of recent manufacture were well mounted; their horses also had the advantage over those of the cavaliers who arrived in the morning, that they were fresh. They therefore soon overtook the main body of the hunt, and took their places among the hunters without the least objection from any quarter. The great majority of the guests were from different provinces, and were not acquainted with one another; so that the intruders, once in the park, might easily pass for guests. Everything would have passed off as well as they could have wished, if they had kept to their proper station, or even if they had been content with outstripping the others and riding among the huntsmen and whippers-in. But it was not so. In a very few moments Cauvignac seemed to reach the conclusion that the hunt was given in his honor; he snatched a horn from the hands of one of the whippers-in, who did not dare refuse to give it to him, took the lead of the huntsmen, rode in front of the captain of the hunt again and again, cut through woods and hedges, blowing the horn in any but the right way, confusing the _vue_ with the _lancer_, the _debuché_ with the _rembuché_, running down the dogs, overturning the whippers-in, saluting the ladies with a jaunty air when he rode by them, swearing, yelling, and losing his head when he lost sight of them, and at the last coming upon the stag, just as the animal, after swimming across the great pond, turned upon his pursuers and stood at bay. "_Hallali! Hallali!_" cried Cauvignac, "the stag is ours! _Corbleu!_ we have him."