Madame, he remembered, had sent Tressan for muskets.

If he had returned with them and they should perceive him from above, a bullet would be sent to dispose of him, and it were a pity to be shot now after having come through so much.
His head broke the surface and emerged into the chill darkness of the night.

He took a deep breath of cold but very welcome air, and moving his arms gently under water, he swam quietly, not to the edge of the moat but to the chateau wall, close under which he thought he would be secure from observation.

He found by good fortune a crevice between two stones; he did not see it, his fingers found it for him as they groped along that granite surface.

He clung there a moment and pondered the situation.