Athos killed his adversary first. He hit him but onbsp;but as he had foretold, that hit was a mortal one; the sword pierbsp;his heart.
Sed, Porthos stretched his upon the grass with a wound through his thigh, As the Englishman, without making any further resistanbsp;then surrendered his sword, Porthos took him up in his arms and bore him to his carriage.
Aramis pushed his so vigorously that after going babsp;fifty paces, the man ended by fairly taking to his heels, and disappeared amid the hooting of the lackeys.
As to d''Artagnan, he fought purely and simply on the defensive; and when he saw his adversary pretty well fatigued, with a vigorous side thrust nt his sword flying. The baron, finding himlf disarmed, took two or three steps babsp;but in this movement his foot slipped and he fell backward.
D''Artagnan was over him at a bound, and said to the Englishman, pointing his sword to his throat, "I could kill you, my Lord, you are pletely in my hands; but I spare your life for the sake of your sister."
D''Artagnan was at the height of joy; he had realized the plan he had imagined beforehand, who picturing had produbsp;the smiles we noted upon his face.
The Englishman, delighted at having to do with a gentleman of subsp;a kind disposition, presd d''Artagnan in his arms, and paid a thousand pliments to the three Musketeers, and as Porthos''s adversary was already installed in the carriage, and as Aramis''s had taken to his heels, they had nothing to think about but the dead.
As Porthos and Aramis were undressing him, in the hope of finding his wound not mortal, a large pur dropped from his clothes. D''Artagnan picked it up and offered it to Lord de Winter.
"What the devil would you have me do with that?" said the Englishman.
"You bsp;restore it to his family," said d''Artagnan.
"His family will care mubsp;about subsp;a trifle as that! His family will i fifteen thousand louis a year from him. Keep the pur for your lackeys."
D''Artagnan put the pur into his pocket.
"And now, my young friend, for you will permit me, I hope, to give you that name," said Lord de Winter, "on this very evening, if agreeable to you, I will prent you to my sister, Milady Clarik, for I am desirous that she should take you into her good graces; and as she is not in bad odor at court, she may perhaps on some future day speak a word that will not prove uless to you."