That was the conclusion they promptly arrived at, and however greatly they might be dismayed by the appearance of this ally of Florimond's, yet the conclusion heartened them anew.

But scarce had they arrived at it when Monsieur de Garnache's crisp voice came swiftly to dispel it.
"Monsieur le Capitaine," it said, and Fortunio shivered at the sound, for it was the voice he had heard but a few hours ago, "I welcome the opportunity of resuming our last night's interrupted sword-play." And he advanced deliberately.
Marius's sword had fallen away from his brother's, and the two combatants stood pausing.

Fortunio without more ado made for the door.
But Garnache crossed the intervening space in a bound.
"Turn!" he cried.

"Turn, or I'll put my sword through your back.

The door shall serve you presently, but it is odds that it will need a couple of men to bear you through it.