“Was found locked up in the prisoner’s room, a gag in his mouth and a poniard near him.” “But the man who was under him?” “Was an accomplice of the duke’s and escaped along with him.” Mazarin groaned. “My lord,” said D’Artagnan, advancing toward the cardinal, “it seems to me that your eminence is losing precious time. It may still be possible to overtake the prisoner. France is large; the nearest frontier is sixty leagues distant.” “And who is to pursue him?” cried Mazarin. “I, _pardieu!_” “And you would arrest him?” “Why not?” “You would arrest the Duc de Beaufort, armed, in the field?” “If your eminence should order me to arrest the devil, I would seize him by the horns and would bring him in.” “So would I,” said Porthos. “So would you!” said Mazarin, looking with astonishment at those two men. “But the duke will not yield himself without a furious battle.” “Very well,” said D’Artagnan, his eyes aflame, “battle! It is a long time since we have had a battle, eh, Porthos?” “Battle!” cried Porthos. “And you think you can catch him?” “Yes, if we are better mounted than he.” “Go then, take what guards you find here, and pursue him.” “You command us, my lord, to do so?” “And I sign my orders,” said Mazarin, taking a piece of paper and writing some lines; “Monsieur du Vallon, your barony is on the back of the Duc de Beaufort’s horse; you have nothing to do but to overtake it. As for you, my dear lieutenant, I promise you nothing; but if you bring him back to me, dead or alive, you may ask all you wish.” “To horse, Porthos!” said D’Artagnan, taking his friend by the hand. “Here I am,” smiled Porthos, with his sublime composure. They descended the great staircase, taking with them all the guards they found on their road, and crying out, “To arms! To arms!” and immediately put spur to horse, which set off along the Rue Saint Honoré with the speed of the whirlwind. “Well, baron, I promise you some good exercise!” said the Gascon. “Yes, my captain.” As they went, the citizens, awakened, left their doors and the street dogs followed the cavaliers, barking. At the corner of the Cimetière Saint Jean, D’Artagnan upset a man; it was too insignificant an occurrence to delay people so eager to get on. The troop continued its course as though their steeds had wings. Alas! there are no unimportant events in this world and we shall see that this apparently slight incident came near endangering the monarchy. Chapter XXV. An Adventure on the High Road. The musketeers rode the whole length of the Faubourg Saint Antoine and of the road to Vincennes, and soon found themselves out of the town, then in a forest and then within sight of a village.