D'Artagnan parted from his friend that same night, after having seen fire set to the carriage upon the shore by the orders of Saint-Mars, according to the advice the captain had given him.

Before getting on horseback, and after leaving the arms of Athos: "My friends," said he, "you bear too much resemblance to two soldiers who are abandoning their post.

Something warns me that Raoul will require being supported by you in his rank.
Will you allow me to ask permission to go over into Africa with a hundred good muskets?
The king will not refuse me, and I will take you with me." "Monsieur d'Artagnan," replied Raoul, pressing his hand with emotion, "thanks for that offer, which would give us more than we wish, either monsieur le comte or I.I, who am young, stand in need of labor of mind and fatigue of body; monsieur le comte wants the profoundest repose.

You are his best friend.

I recommend him to your care.