The conflict was not long; the wretch had nothing to defend himself with but his discharged arquebus.

The sword of the Guardsman slipped along the barrel of the now-useless weapon, and passed through the thigh of the assassin, who fell.
D'Artagnan immediately placed the point of his sword at his throat.
"Oh, do not kill me!" cried the bandit.

"Pardon, pardon, my officer, and I will tell you all." "Is your secret of enough importance to me to spare your life for it ?" asked the young man, withholding his arm.
"Yes; if you think existence worth anything to a man of twenty, as you are, and who may hope for everything, being handsome and brave, as you are." "Wretch," cried d'Artagnan, "speak quickly! Who employed you to assassinate me ?" "A woman whom I don't know, but who is called Milady." "But if you don't know this woman, how do you know her name ?" "My comrade knows her, and called her so.

It was with him she agreed, and not with me; he even has in his pocket a letter from that person, who attaches great importance to you, as I have heard him say." "But how did you become concerned in this villainous affair ?" "He proposed to me to undertake it with him, and I agreed." "And how much did she give you for this fine enterprise ?" "A hundred louis." "Well, come!" said the young man, laughing, "she thinks I am worth something.

A hundred louis?
Well, that was a temptation for two wretches like you.