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have always been so aptly built at Belle-Isle; a little high in its sides, solid upon the water, very manageable, furnished with planks which, in uncertain weather, formed a sort of deck over which the waves might glide, so as to protect the rowers. In two well-closed coffers, placed beneath the benches of the prow and the poop, Aramis found bread, biscuit, dried fruits, a quarter of bacon, a good provision of water in leathern bottles; the whole forming rations sufficient for people who did not mean to quit the coast, and would be able to revictual, if necessity commanded. The arms, eight muskets, and as many horse-pistols, were in good condition, and all loaded. There were additional oars, in case of accident, and that little sail called trinquet, which assists the speed of the canoe at the same time the boatmen row, and is so useful when the breeze is slack. When Aramis had seen to all these things, and appeared satisfied with the result of his inspection, โ€œLet us consult Porthos,โ€ said he, โ€œto know if we must endeavor to get the boat out by the unknown extremity of the grotto, following the descent and the shade of the cavern, or whether it be better, in the open air, to make it slide upon its rollers through the bushes, leveling the road of the little beach, which is but twenty feet high, and gives, at high tide, three or four fathoms of good water upon a sound bottom.โ€

โ€œIt must be as you please, monseigneur,โ€ replied the skipper Yves, respectfully; โ€œbut I donโ€™t believe that by the slope of the cavern, and in the dark in which we shall be obliged to maneuver our boat, the road will be so convenient as the open air. I know the beach well, and can certify that it is as smooth as a grass-plot in a garden; the interior of the grotto, on the contrary, is rough; without reckoning, monseigneur, that at its extremity we shall come to the trench which leads into the sea, and perhaps the canoe will not pass down it.โ€

โ€œI have made my calculation,โ€ said the bishop, โ€œand I am certain it will pass.โ€

โ€œSo be it; I wish it may, monseigneur,โ€ continued Yves; โ€œbut your highness knows very well that to make it reach the extremity of the trench, there is an enormous stone to be liftedโ€”that under which the fox always passes, and which closes the trench like a door.โ€

โ€œIt can be raised,โ€ said Porthos; โ€œthat is nothing.โ€

โ€œOh! I know that monseigneur has the strength of ten men,โ€ replied Yves; โ€œbut that is giving him a great deal of trouble.โ€

โ€œI think the skipper may be right,โ€ said Aramis; โ€œlet us try the open-air passage.โ€

โ€œThe more so, monseigneur,โ€ continued the fisherman, โ€œthat we should not be able to embark before day, it will require so much labor, and that as soon as daylight appears, a good vedette placed outside the grotto would be necessary, indispensable even, to watch the maneuvers of the lighters or cruisers that are on the look-out for us.โ€

โ€œYes, yes, Yves, your reasons are good; we will go by the beach.โ€

And the three robust Bretons went to the boat, and were beginning to place their rollers underneath it to put it in motion, when the distant barking of dogs was heard, proceeding from the interior of the island.

Aramis darted out of the grotto, followed by Porthos. Dawn just tinted with purple and white the waves and plain; through the dim light, melancholy fir-trees waved their tender branches over the pebbles, and long flights of crows were skimming with their black wings the shimmering fields of buckwheat. In a quarter of an hour it would be clear daylight; the wakened birds announced it to all nature. The barkings which had been heard, which had stopped the three fishermen engaged in moving the boat, and had brought Aramis and Porthos out of the cavern, now seemed to come from a deep gorge within about a league of the grotto.

โ€œIt is a pack of hounds,โ€ said Porthos; โ€œthe dogs are on a scent.โ€

โ€œWho can be hunting at such a moment as this?โ€ said Aramis.

โ€œAnd this way, particularly,โ€ continued Porthos, โ€œwhere they might expect the army of the royalists.โ€

โ€œThe noise comes nearer. Yes, you are right, Porthos, the dogs are on a scent. But, Yves!โ€ cried Aramis, โ€œcome here! come here!โ€

Yves ran towards him, letting fall the cylinder which he was about to place under the boat when the bishopโ€™s call interrupted him.

โ€œWhat is the meaning of this hunt, skipper?โ€ said Porthos.

โ€œEh! monseigneur, I cannot understand it,โ€ replied the Breton. โ€œIt is not at such a moment that the Seigneur de Locmaria would hunt. No, and yet the dogsโ€”โ€

โ€œUnless they have escaped from the kennel.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ said Goenne, โ€œthey are not the Seigneur de Locmariaโ€™s hounds.โ€

โ€œIn common prudence,โ€ said Aramis, โ€œlet us go back into the grotto; the voices evidently draw nearer, we shall soon know what we have to trust to.โ€

They re-entered, but had scarcely proceeded a hundred steps in the darkness, when a noise like the hoarse sigh of a creature in distress resounded through the cavern, and breathless, rapid, terrified, a fox passed like a flash of lightning before the fugitives, leaped over the boat and disappeared, leaving behind its sour scent, which was perceptible for several seconds under the low vaults of the cave.

โ€œThe fox!โ€ cried the Bretons, with the glad surprise of born hunters.

โ€œAccursed mischance!โ€ cried the bishop, โ€œour retreat is discovered.โ€

โ€œHow so?โ€ said Porthos; โ€œare you afraid of a fox?โ€

โ€œEh! my friend, what do you mean by that? why do you specify the fox? It is not the fox alone. Pardieu! But donโ€™t you know, Porthos, that after the foxes come hounds, and after hounds men?โ€

Porthos hung his head. As though to confirm the words of Aramis, they heard the yelping pack approach with frightful swiftness upon the trail. Six foxhounds burst at once upon the little heath, with mingling yelps of triumph.

โ€œThere are the dogs, plain enough!โ€ said Aramis, posted on the look-out behind a chink in the rocks; โ€œnow, who are the huntsmen?โ€

โ€œIf it is the Seigneur de Locmariaโ€™s,โ€ replied the sailor, โ€œhe will leave the dogs to hunt the grotto, for he knows them, and will not enter in himself, being quite sure that the fox will come out the other side; it is there he will wait for him.โ€

โ€œIt is not the Seigneur de Locmaria who is hunting,โ€ replied Aramis, turning pale in spite of his efforts to maintain a placid countenance.

โ€œWho is it, then?โ€ said Porthos.

โ€œLook!โ€

Porthos applied his eye to the slit, and saw at the summit of a hillock a dozen horsemen urging on their horses in the track of the dogs, shouting, โ€œTaiaut! taiaut!โ€

โ€œThe guards!โ€ said he.

โ€œYes, my friend, the kingโ€™s guards.โ€

โ€œThe

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