Then seeing that the musketeers had cleared the Quai from the Pont Neuf to the Quai Saint Michael, he raised his sword for them to double their speed. The musketeers trotted up, and at the same time the ten men whom D'Artagnan had given to Comminges appeared.
"Halloo!" cried D'Artagnan; "has something fresh happened?"
"Eh, sir!" replied the sergeant, "their vehicle has broken down a second time; it really must be doomed."
"They are bad managers," said D'Artagnan, shrugging his shoulders. "When a carriage is chosen, it ought to be strong. The carriage in which a Broussel is to be arrested ought to be able to bear ten thousand men."
"What are your commands, lieutenant?"
"Take the detachment and conduct him to his place."
"But you will be left alone?"
"Certainly. So you suppose I have need of an escort? Go."
The musketeers set off and D'Artagnan was left alone with Raoul.
"Now," he said, "are you in pain?"
"Yes; my head is not only swimming but burning."
"What's the matter with this head?" said D'Artagnan, raising the battered hat. "Ah! ah! a bruise."
"Yes, I think I received a flower-pot upon my head."
"Brutes!" said D'Artagnan. "But were you not on horseback? you have spurs."
"Yes, but I got down to defend Monsieur de Comminges and my horse was taken away. Here it is, I see."
At this very moment Friquet passed, mounted on Raoul's horse, waving his parti-colored cap and crying, "Broussel!
Broussel!"
"Halloo! stop, rascal!" cried D'Artagnan. "Bring hither that horse."
Friquet heard perfectly, but he pretended not to do so and tried to continue his road. D'Artagnan felt inclined for an instant to pursue Master Friquet, but not wishing to leave Raoul alone he contented himself with taking a pistol from the holster and cocking it.
Friquet had a quick eye and a fine ear. He saw D'Artagnan's movement, heard the sound of the click, and stopped at once.
"Ah! it is you, your honor," he said, advancing toward D'Artagnan; "and I am truly pleased to meet you."
D'Artagnan looked attentively at Friquet and recognized the little chorister of the Rue de la Calandre.
"Ah! 'tis thou, rascal!" said he, "come here: so thou hast changed thy trade; thou art no longer a choir boy nor a tavern boy; thou hast become a horse stealer?"
"Ah, your honor, how can you say so?" exclaimed Friquet. "I was seeking the gentleman to whom this horse belongs -- an officer, brave and handsome as a youthful Caesar; "then, pretending to see Raoul for the first time:
"Ah! but if I mistake not," continued he, "here he is; you won't forget the boy, sir."
Raoul put his hand in his pocket.
"What are you about?" asked D'Artagnan.
"To give ten francs to this honest fellow," replied Raoul, taking a pistole from his pocket.
"Ten kicks on his back!" said D'Artagnan; "be off, you little villain, and forget not that I have your address."
Friquet, who did not expect to be let off so cheaply, bounded off like a gazelle up the Quai a la Rue Dauphine, and disappeared. Raoul mounted his horse, and both leisurely took their way to the Rue Tiquetonne.
D'Artagnan watched over the youth as if he had been his own son.
They arrived without accident at the Hotel de la Chevrette.
The handsome Madeleine announced to D'Artagnan that Planchet had returned, bringing Musqueton with him, who had heroically borne the extraction of the ball and was as well as his state would permit.
D'Artagnan desired Planchet to be summoned, but he had disappeared.
"Then bring some wine," said D'Artagnan. "You are much pleased with yourself," said he to Raoul when they were alone, "are you not?"
"Well, yes," replied Raoul. "It seems to me I did my duty. I defended the king."
"And who told you to defend the king?"