You see that everything is to our advantage." "Yes," said d'Artagnan; "but we shall indubitably attract a ball." "Well, my dear," replied Athos, "you know well that the balls most to be dreaded are not from the enemy." "But for such an expedition we surely ought to have brought our muskets." "You are stupid, friend Porthos.

Why should we load ourselves with a useless burden ?" "I don't find a good musket, twelve cartridges, and a powder flask very useless in the face of an enemy." "Well," replied Athos, "have you not heard what d'Artagnan said ?" "What did he say ?" demanded Porthos.
"d'Artagnan said that in the attack of last night eight or ten Frenchmen were killed, and as many Rochellais." "What then ?" "The bodies were not plundered, were they?
It appears the conquerors had something else to do." "Well ?" "Well, we shall find their muskets, their cartridges, and their flasks; and instead of four musketoons and twelve balls, we shall have fifteen guns and a hundred charges to fire." "Oh, Athos!" said Aramis, "truly you are a great man." Porthos nodded in sign of agreement.

D'Artagnan alone did not seem convinced.
Grimaud no doubt shared the misgivings of the young man, for seeing that they continued to advance toward the bastion--something he had till then doubted--he pulled his master by the skirt of his coat.
"Where are we going ?" asked he, by a gesture.
Athos pointed to the bastion.
"But," said Grimaud, in the same silent dialect, "we shall leave our skins there." Athos raised his eyes and his finger toward heaven.
Grimaud put his basket on the ground and sat down with a shake of the head.
Athos took a pistol from his belt, looked to see if it was properly primed, cocked it, and placed the muzzle close to Grimaud's ear.
Grimaud was on his legs again as if by a spring.

Athos then made him a sign to take up his basket and to walk on first.

Grimaud obeyed.