"Mine was carried away by a ball.

By my faith, it is very fortunate that the letter was not in it." "They'll kill poor Porthos when he comes up," said Aramis.
"If Porthos were on his legs, he would have rejoined us by this time," said Athos.

"My opinion is that on the ground the drunken man was not intoxicated." They continued at their best speed for two hours, although the horses were so fatigued that it was to be feared they would soon refuse service.
The travelers had chosen crossroads in the hope that they might meet with less interruption; but at Crevecoeur, Aramis declared he could proceed no farther.

In fact, it required all the courage which he concealed beneath his elegant form and polished manners to bear him so far.

He grew more pale every minute, and they were obliged to support him on his horse.