This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1893. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXVII. ATHOS' WIPE. "Now we must obtain some intelligence of Athos," said D'Artagnan to the joyous Aramis, after having told him everything that had happened since their departure from Paris, and after an excellent dinner had made the one forget his thesis, and the other his fatigue. "Do you believe, then, that any misfortune has befallen him?" demanded Aramis. "Athos is so cool, so brave, and wields his sword so skillfully." "Yes, doubtless, and no one knows better than I do the courage and address of Athos. But I prefer the shock of lances on my sword to the blows of sticks: and I fear that Athos may have been beaten by the rabble, who hit hard, and do not soon leave off. It is, I confess, on this account that I should like to set out as soon as possible." "I will endeavor to accompany you," said Aramis, "although I am scarcely in a fit state to mount a horse. Yesterday, I tried the discipline, which you see on the wall; but the pain made me give up that pious exercise." "My dear friend, none ever heard of endeavoring to cure the wounds of a carbine by the stroke of a cat-o'nine-tails. But you were ill; and, as illness makes the head weak, I excuse you." "And when shall you set out?" "To-morrow, at break of day. Rest as well as you can to-night, and to-morrow, if you are able, we will go together." "Farewell, then, till to-morrow," said Aramis, "for, iron as you are, you must surely want some rest." The next morning when D'Artagnan entered Aramis's room, he found him looking out of the window. "What are you looking at?" said he. "Faith, I am admiring those three magnificent horses which the stable-boys are holding. It is a princely pleasure to travel on such animals." "Well, then, my dear Aramis, you will give yourself that pleasure, for one of those h...