"Wewillwaithere。"
　　"But，monDieu！—theorderispreciseandformal。"
　　"I
　　ambishopofVannes，MonsieurdeBiscarrat;andtheynomoreshootabishopthantheyhangagentleman。"
　　"Ah！
　　yes，monsieur—yes，monseigneur，"repliedBiscarrat;"itistrue，youareright，thereisstillthatchanceforyou。？Then，Iwilldepart，Iwillrepairtothecommanderoftheexpedition，theking'slieutenant。？Adieu！then，messieurs，orrather，tomeetagain，Ihope。"
　　Theworthyofficer，jumpinguponahorsegivenhimbyAramis，departedinthedirectionofthesoundofcannon，which，bysurgingthecrowdintothefort，hadinterruptedtheconversationofthetwofriendswiththeirprisoner。？Aramiswatchedthedeparture，andwhenleftalonewithPorthos:
　　"Well，doyoucomprehend？"saidhe。
　　"Mafoi！no。"
　　"DidnotBiscarratinconvenienceyouhere？"
　　"No;
　　heisabravefellow。"
　　"Yes;
　　butthegrottoofLocmaria—isitnecessaryalltheworldshouldknowit？"
　　"Ah！
　　thatistrue，thatistrue;Icomprehend。？Wearegoingtoescapebythecavern。"
　　"Ifyouplease，"criedAramis，gayly。？"Forward，friendPorthos;ourboatawaitsus。？KingLouishasnotcaughtus—yet。"
　　ChapterXLVII:
　　TheGrottoofLocmaria。
　　ThecavernofLocmariawassufficientlydistantfromthemoletorenderitnecessaryforourfriendstohusbandtheirstrengthinordertoreachit。？Besides，nightwasadvancing;midnighthadstruckatthefort。？PorthosandAramiswereloadedwithmoneyandarms。？Theywalked，then，acrosstheheath，whichstretchedbetweenthemoleandthecavern，listeningtoeverynoise，inorderbettertoavoidanambush。？Fromtimetotime，ontheroadwhichtheyhadcarefullyleftontheirleft，passedfugitivescomingfromtheinterior，atthenewsofthelandingoftheroyaltroops。？AramisandPorthos，concealedbehindsomeprojectingmassofrock，collectedthewordsthatescapedfromthepoorpeople，whofled，trembling，carryingwiththemtheirmostvaluableeffects，andtried，whilstlisteningtotheircomplaints，togathersomethingfromthemfortheirowninterest。？Atlength，afterarapidrace，frequentlyinterruptedbyprudentstoppages，theyreachedthedeepgrottoes，inwhichthepropheticbishopofVanneshadtakencaretohavesecretedabarkcapableofkeepingtheseaatthisfineseason。
　　"Mygoodfriend，"saidPorthos，pantingvigorously，"wehavearrived，itseems。？ButIthoughtyouspokeofthreemen，threeservants，whoweretoaccompanyus。？Idon'tseethem—wherearethey？"
　　"Whyshouldyouseethem，Porthos？"repliedAramis。？"Theyarecertainlywaitingforusinthecavern，and，nodoubt，areresting，havingaccomplishedtheirroughanddifficulttask。"
　　AramisstoppedPorthos，whowaspreparingtoenterthecavern。？"Willyouallowme，myfriend，"
　　saidhetothegiant，"topassinfirst？？IknowthesignalIhavegiventothesemen;who，nothearingit，wouldbeverylikelytofireuponyouorslashawaywiththeirknivesinthedark。"
　　"Goon，then，Aramis;goon—gofirst;youimpersonatewisdomandforesight;
　　go。？Ah！thereisthatfatigueagain，ofwhichIspoketoyou。？Ithasjustseizedmeafresh。"
　　AramisleftPorthossittingattheentranceofthegrotto，andbowinghishead，hepenetratedintotheinteriorofthecavern，imitatingthecryoftheowl。？Alittleplaintivecooing，ascarcelydistinctecho，repliedfromthedepthsofthecave。？Aramispursuedhiswaycautiously，andsoonwasstoppedbythesamekindofcryashehadfirstuttered，withintenpacesofhim。
　　"Areyouthere，Yves？"saidthebishop。
　　"Yes，monseigneur;Goenneisherelikewise。？Hissonaccompaniesus。"
　　"Thatiswell。？Areallthingsready？"
　　"Yes，monseigneur。"
　　"Gototheentranceofthegrottoes，mygoodYves，andyouwilltherefindtheSeigneurdePierrefonds，whoisrestingafterthefatigueofourjourney。？Andifheshouldhappennottobeabletowalk，lifthimup，andbringhimhithertome。"
　　Thethreemenobeyed。？Buttherecommendationgiventohisservantswassuperfluous。？Porthos，refreshed，hadalreadycommencedthedescent，andhisheavystepresoundedamongstthecavities，formedandsupportedbycolumnsofporphyryandgranite。？AssoonastheSeigneurdeBracieuxhadrejoinedthebishop，theBretonslightedalanternwithwhichtheywerefurnished，andPorthosassuredhisfriendthathefeltasstrongagainasever。
　　"Letusinspecttheboat，"saidAramis，"andsatisfyourselvesatoncewhatitwillhold。"
　　"Donotgotoonearwiththelight，"saidthepatronYves;"forasyoudesiredme，monseigneur，Ihaveplacedunderthebenchofthepoop，inthecofferyouknowof，thebarrelofpowder，andthemusket—chargesthatyousentmefromthefort。"
　　"Verywell，"saidAramis;and，takingthelanternhimself，heexaminedminutelyallpartsofthecanoe，withtheprecautionsofamanwhoisneithertimidnorignorantinthefaceofdanger。？Thecanoewaslong，light，drawinglittlewater，thinofkeel;inshort，oneofthosethathavealwaysbeensoaptlybuiltatBelle—Isle;alittlehighinitssides，soliduponthewater，verymanageable，furnishedwithplankswhich，inuncertainweather，formedasortofdeckoverwhichthewavesmightglide，soastoprotecttherowers。？Intwowell—closedcoffers，placedbeneaththebenchesoftheprowandthepoop，Aramisfoundbread，biscuit，driedfruits，aquarterofbacon，agoodprovisionofwaterinleathernbottles;thewholeformingrationssufficientforpeoplewhodidnotmeantoquitthecoast，andwouldbeabletorevictual，ifnecessitycommanded。？Thearms，eightmuskets，andasmanyhorse—pistols，wereingoodcondition，andallloaded。？Therewereadditionaloars，incaseofaccident，andthatlittlesailcalledtrinquet，whichassiststhespeedofthecanoeatthesametimetheboatmenrow，andissousefulwhenthebreezeisslack。？WhenAramishadseentoallthesethings，andappearedsatisfiedwiththeresultofhisinspection，"LetusconsultPorthos，"saidhe，"toknowifwemustendeavortogettheboatoutbytheunknownextremityofthegrotto，followingthedescentandtheshadeofthecavern，orwhetheritbebetter，intheopenair，tomakeitslideuponitsrollersthroughthebushes，levelingtheroadofthelittlebeach，whichisbuttwentyfeethigh，andgives，athightide，threeorfourfathomsofgoodwateruponasoundbottom。"
　　"Itmustbeasyouplease，monseigneur，"repliedtheskipperYves，respectfully;"butIdon'tbelievethatbytheslopeofthecavern，andinthedarkinwhichweshallbeobligedtomaneuverourboat，theroadwillbesoconvenientastheopenair。？Iknowthebeachwell，andcancertifythatitisassmoothasagrass—plotinagarden;
　　theinteriorofthegrotto，onthecontrary，isrough;withoutreckoning，monseigneur，thatatitsextremityweshallcometothetrenchwhichleadsintothesea，andperhapsthecanoewillnotpassdownit。"
　　"I
　　havemademycalculation，"saidthebishop，"andIamcertainitwillpass。"
　　"Sobeit;Iwishitmay，monseigneur，"continuedYves;"butyourhighnessknowsverywellthattomakeitreachtheextremityofthetrench，thereisanenormousstonetobelifted—thatunderwhichthefoxalwayspasses，andwhichclosesthetrenchlikeadoor。"
　　"Itcanberaised，"saidPorthos;"thatisnothing。"
　　"Oh！？Iknowthatmonseigneurhasthestrengthoftenmen，"repliedYves;"butthatisgivinghimagreatdealoftrouble。"
　　"I
　　thinktheskippermayberight，"saidAramis;"letustrytheopen—airpassage。"
　　"Themoreso，monseigneur，"continuedthefisherman，"thatweshouldnotbeabletoembarkbeforeday，itwillrequiresomuchlabor，andthatassoonasdaylightappears，agoodvedetteplacedoutsidethegrottowouldbenecessary，indispensableeven，towatchthemaneuversofthelightersorcruisersthatareonthelook—outforus。"
　　"Yes，yes，Yves，yourreasonsaregood;wewillgobythebeach。"
　　AndthethreerobustBretonswenttotheboat，andwerebeginningtoplacetheirrollersunderneathittoputitinmotion，whenthedistantbarkingofdogswasheard，proceedingfromtheinterioroftheisland。
　　Aramisdartedoutofthegrotto，followedbyPorthos。？Dawnjusttintedwithpurpleandwhitethewavesandplain;throughthedimlight，melancholyfir—treeswavedtheirtenderbranchesoverthepebbles，andlongflightsofcrowswereskimmingwiththeirblackwingstheshimmeringfieldsofbuckwheat。？Inaquarterofanhouritwouldbecleardaylight;thewakenedbirdsannouncedittoallnature。？Thebarkingswhichhadbeenheard，whichhadstoppedthethreefishermenengagedinmovingtheboat，andhadbroughtAramisandPorthosoutofthecavern，nowseemedtocomefromadeepgorgewithinaboutaleagueofthegrotto。
　　"Itisapackofhounds，"saidPorthos;"thedogsareonascent。"
　　"Whocanbehuntingatsuchamomentasthis？"saidAramis。
　　"Andthisway，particularly，"continuedPorthos，"wheretheymightexpectthearmyoftheroyalists。"
　　"Thenoisecomesnearer。？Yes，youareright，Porthos，thedogsareonascent。？But，Yves！"criedAramis，"comehere！comehere！"
　　Yvesrantowardshim，lettingfallthecylinderwhichhewasabouttoplaceundertheboatwhenthebishop'scallinterruptedhim。
　　"Whatisthemeaningofthishunt，skipper？"saidPorthos。
　　"Eh！
　　monseigneur，Icannotunderstandit，"repliedtheBreton。？"ItisnotatsuchamomentthattheSeigneurdeLocmariawouldhunt。？No，andyetthedogs—"
　　"Unlesstheyhaveescapedfromthekennel。"
　　"No，"
　　saidGoenne，"theyarenottheSeigneurdeLocmaria'shounds。"
　　"Incommonprudence，"saidAramis，"letusgobackintothegrotto;thevoicesevidentlydrawnearer，weshallsoonknowwhatwehavetotrustto。"
　　Theyre—entered，buthadscarcelyproceededahundredstepsinthedarkness，whenanoiselikethehoarsesighofacreatureindistressresoundedthroughthecavern，andbreathless，rapid，terrified，afoxpassedlikeaflashoflightningbeforethefugitives，leapedovertheboatanddisappeared，leavingbehinditssourscent，whichwasperceptibleforseveralsecondsunderthelowvaultsofthecave。
　　"Thefox！"criedtheBretons，withthegladsurpriseofbornhunters。
　　"Accursedmischance！"criedthebishop，"ourretreatisdiscovered。"
　　"Howso？"saidPorthos;"areyouafraidofafox？"
　　"Eh！
　　myfriend，whatdoyoumeanbythat？whydoyouspecifythefox？？Itisnotthefoxalone。？Pardieu！？Butdon'tyouknow，Porthos，thatafterthefoxescomehounds，andafterhoundsmen？"
　　Porthoshunghishead。？AsthoughtoconfirmthewordsofAramis，theyheardtheyelpingpackapproachwithfrightfulswiftnessuponthetrail。？Sixfoxhoundsburstatonceuponthelittleheath，withminglingyelpsoftriumph。
　　"Therearethedogs，plainenough！"saidAramis，postedonthelook—outbehindachinkintherocks;"now，whoarethehuntsmen？"
　　"IfitistheSeigneurdeLocmaria's，"repliedthesailor，"hewillleavethedogstohuntthegrotto，forheknowsthem，andwillnotenterinhimself，beingquitesurethatthefoxwillcomeouttheotherside;itistherehewillwaitforhim。"
　　"ItisnottheSeigneurdeLocmariawhoishunting，"repliedAramis，turningpaleinspiteofhiseffortstomaintainaplacidcountenance。
　　"Whoisit，then？"saidPorthos。
　　"Look！"
　　Porthosappliedhiseyetotheslit，andsawatthesummitofahillockadozenhorsemenurgingontheirhorsesinthetrackofthedogs，shouting，"Ta颽ut！ta颽ut！"
　　"Theguards！"saidhe。
　　"Yes，myfriend，theking'sguards。"
　　"Theking'sguards！doyousay，monseigneur？"criedtheBretons，growingpaleinturn。
　　"WithBiscarratattheirhead，mounteduponmygrayhorse，"continuedAramis。
　　Thehoundsatthesamemomentrushedintothegrottolikeanavalanche，andthedepthsofthecavernwerefilledwiththeirdeafeningcries。
　　"Ah！
　　thedevil！"saidAramis，resumingallhiscoolnessatthesightofthiscertain，inevitabledanger。？"Iamperfectlysatisfiedwearelost，butwehave，atleast，onechanceleft。？Iftheguardswhofollowtheirhoundshappentodiscoverthereisanissuetothegrotto，thereisnohelpforus，foronenteringtheymustseebothourselvesandourboat。？Thedogsmustnotgooutofthecavern。？Theirmastersmustnotenter。"
　　"Thatisclear，"saidPorthos。
　　"Youunderstand，"addedAramis，withtherapidprecisionofcommand;
　　"therearesixdogsthatwillbeforcedtostopatthegreatstoneunderwhichthefoxhasglided—butatthetoonarrowopeningofwhichtheymustbethemselvesstoppedandkilled。"
　　TheBretonssprangforward，knifeinhand。？Inafewminutestherewasalamentableconcertofangrybarksandmortalhowls—andthen，silence。
　　"That'swell！"saidAramis，coolly，"nowforthemasters！"
　　"Whatistobedonewiththem？"saidPorthos。
　　"Waittheirarrival，concealourselves，andkillthem。"
　　"Killthem！"repliedPorthos。
　　"Therearesixteen，"saidAramis，"atleast，atpresent。"
　　"Andwellarmed，"addedPorthos，withasmileofconsolation。
　　"Itwilllastabouttenminutes，"saidAramis。？"Towork！"
　　Andwitharesoluteairhetookupamusket，andplacedahunting—knifebetweenhisteeth。
　　"Yves，Goenne，andhisson，"continuedAramis，willpassthemusketstous。？You，Porthos，willfirewhentheyareclose。？Weshallhavebroughtdown，atthelowestcomputation，eight，beforetheothersareawareofanything—thatiscertain;thenall，therearefiveofus，willdispatchtheothereight，knifeinhand。"
　　"AndpoorBiscarrat？"saidPorthos。
　　Aramisreflectedamoment—"Biscarratfirst，"repliedhe，coolly。？"Heknowsus。"
　　ChapterXLVIII:
　　TheGrotto。
　　InspiteofthesortofdivinationwhichwastheremarkablesideofthecharacterofAramis，theevent，subjecttotherisksofthingsoverwhichuncertaintypresides，didnotfalloutexactlyasthebishopofVanneshadforeseen。？Biscarrat，bettermountedthanhiscompanions，arrivedfirstattheopeningofthegrotto，andcomprehendedthatfoxandhoundswereoneandallengulfedinit。？Only，struckbythatsuperstitiousterrorwhicheverydarkandsubterraneouswaynaturallyimpressesuponthemindofman，hestoppedattheoutsideofthegrotto，andwaitedtillhiscompanionsshouldhaveassembledroundhim。
　　"Well！"
　　askedtheyoungmen，comingup，outofbreath，andunabletounderstandthemeaningofthisinaction。
　　"Well！？Icannothearthedogs;theyandthefoxmustallbelostinthisinfernalcavern。"
　　"Theyweretoocloseup，"saidoneoftheguards，"tohavelostscentallatonce。？Besides，weshouldhearthemfromonesideoranother。？Theymust，asBiscarratsays，beinthisgrotto。"
　　"Butthen，"saidoneoftheyoungmen，"whydon'ttheygivetongue？"
　　"Itisstrange！"mutteredanother。
　　"Well，but，"saidafourth，"letusgointothisgrotto。？Doesithappentobeforbiddenweshouldenterit？"
　　"No，"
　　repliedBiscarrat。？"Only，asitlooksasdarkasawolf'smouth，wemightbreakournecksinit。"
　　"Witnessthedogs，"saidaguard，"whoseemtohavebrokentheirs。"
　　"Whatthedevilcanhavebecomeofthem？"askedtheyoungmeninchorus。？Andeverymastercalledhisdogbyhisname，whistledtohiminhisfavoritemode，withoutasingleonereplyingtoeithercallorwhistle。
　　"Itisperhapsanenchantedgrotto，"saidBiscarrat;"letussee。"？And，jumpingfromhishorse，hemadeastepintothegrotto。
　　"Stop！
　　stop！？Iwillaccompanyyou，"saidoneoftheguards，onseeingBiscarratdisappearintheshadesofthecavern'smouth。
　　"No，"
　　repliedBiscarrat，"theremustbesomethingextraordinaryintheplace—
　　don'tletusriskourselvesallatonce。？Ifintenminutesyoudonothearofme，youcancomein，butnotallatonce。"
　　"Beitso，"saidtheyoungman，who，besides，didnotimaginethatBiscarratranmuchriskintheenterprise，"wewillwaitforyou。"？Andwithoutdismountingfromtheirhorses，theyformedacircleroundthegrotto。
　　Biscarratenteredthenalone，andadvancedthroughthedarknesstillhecameincontactwiththemuzzleofPorthos'smusket。？Theresistancewhichhischestmetwithastonishedhim;henaturallyraisedhishandandlaidholdoftheicybarrel。？Atthesameinstant，Yvesliftedaknifeagainsttheyoungman，whichwasabouttofalluponhimwithallforceofaBreton'sarm，whentheironwristofPorthosstoppedithalf—way。？Then，likelowmutteringthunder，hisvoicegrowledinthedarkness，"Iwillnothavehimkilled！"
　　Biscarratfoundhimselfbetweenaprotectionandathreat，theonealmostasterribleastheother。？Howeverbravetheyoungmanmightbe，hecouldnotpreventacryescapinghim，whichAramisimmediatelysuppressedbyplacingahandkerchiefoverhismouth。？"MonsieurdeBiscarrat，"saidhe，inalowvoice，"wemeanyounoharm，andyoumustknowthatifyouhaverecognizedus;
　　but，atthefirstword，thefirstgroan，thefirstwhisper，weshallbeforcedtokillyouaswehavekilledyourdogs。"
　　"Yes，Irecognizeyou，gentlemen，"saidtheofficer，inalowvoice。？"Butwhyareyouhere—whatareyoudoing，here？？Unfortunatemen！？Ithoughtyouwereinthefort。"
　　"Andyou，monsieur，youweretoobtainconditionsforus，Ithink？"
　　"I
　　didallIwasable，messieurs，but—"
　　"Butwhat？"
　　"Buttherearepositiveorders。"
　　"Tokillus？"
　　Biscarratmadenoreply。？Itwouldhavecosthimtoomuchtospeakofthecordtogentlemen。？Aramisunderstoodthesilenceoftheprisoner。
　　"MonsieurBiscarrat，"saidhe，"youwouldbealreadydeadifwehadnotregardforyouryouthandourancientassociationwithyourfather;butyoumayyetescapefromtheplacebyswearingthatyouwillnottellyourcompanionswhatyouhaveseen。"
　　"I
　　willnotonlyswearthatIwillnotspeakofit，"saidBiscarrat，"butIstillfurtherswearthatIwilldoeverythingintheworldtopreventmycompanionsfromsettingfootinthegrotto。"
　　"Biscarrat！？Biscarrat！"criedseveralvoicesfromtheoutside，cominglikeawhirlwindintothecave。
　　"Reply，"
　　saidAramis。
　　"HereIam！"criedBiscarrat。
　　"Now，begone;wedependonyourloyalty。"？Andhelefthisholdoftheyoungman，whohastilyreturnedtowardsthelight。
　　"Biscarrat！？Biscarrat！"criedthevoices，stillnearer。？Andtheshadowsofseveralhumanformsprojectedintotheinteriorofthegrotto。？Biscarratrushedtomeethisfriendsinordertostopthem，andmetthemjustastheywereadventuringintothecave。？AramisandPorthoslistenedwiththeintenseattentionofmenwhoselifedependsuponabreathofair。
　　"Oh！
　　oh！"exclaimedoneoftheguards，ashecametothelight，"howpaleyouare！"
　　"Pale！"
　　criedanother;"yououghttosaycorpse—color。"
　　"I！"
　　saidtheyoungman，endeavoringtocollecthisfaculties。
　　"InthenameofHeaven！whathashappened？"exclaimedallthevoices。
　　"Youhavenotadropofbloodinyourveins，mypoorfriend，"saidoneofthem，laughing。
　　"Messieurs，itisserious，"saidanother，"heisgoingtofaint;doesanyoneofyouhappentohaveanysalts？"？Andtheyalllaughed。
　　ThishailofjestsfellroundBiscarrat'searslikemusket—ballsinam阬閑。？Herecoveredhimselfamidstadelugeofinterrogations。
　　"WhatdoyousupposeIhaveseen？'askedhe。？"IwastoohotwhenIenteredthegrotto，andIhavebeenstruckwithachill。？Thatisall。"
　　"Butthedogs，thedogs;haveyouseenthemagain—didyouseeanythingofthem—
　　doyouknowanythingaboutthem？"
　　"Isupposetheyhavegotoutsomeotherway。"
　　"Messieurs，"
　　saidoneoftheyoungmen，"thereisinthatwhichisgoingon，inthepalenessandsilenceofourfriend，amysterywhichBiscarratwillnot，orcannotreveal。？Only，andthisiscertain，Biscarrathasseensomethinginthegrotto。？Well，formypart，Iamverycurioustoseewhatitis，evenifitisthedevil！？Tothegrotto！
　　messieurs，tothegrotto！"
　　"Tothegrotto！"repeatedallthevoices。？AndtheechoofthecaverncarriedlikeamenacetoPorthosandAramis，"Tothegrotto！tothegrotto！"
　　Biscarratthrewhimselfbeforehiscompanions。？"Messieurs！messieurs！"criedhe，"inthenameofHeaven！
　　donotgoin！"
　　"Why，whatistheresoterrificinthecavern？"askedseveralatonce。？"Come，speak，Biscarrat。"
　　"Decidedly，itisthedevilhehasseen，"repeatedhewhohadbeforeadvancedthathypothesis。
　　"Well，"
　　saidanother，"ifhehasseenhim，heneednotbeselfish;hemayaswellletushavealookathiminturn。"
　　"Messieurs！
　　messieurs！？Ibeseechyou，"urgedBiscarrat。
　　"Nonsense！？Letuspass！"
　　"Messieurs，Iimploreyounottoenter！"
　　"Why，youwentinyourself。"
　　Thenoneoftheofficers，who—ofariperagethantheothers—hadtillthistimeremainedbehind，andhadsaidnothing，advanced。？"Messieurs，"saidhe，withacalmnesswhichcontrastedwiththeanimationoftheyoungmen，"thereisintheresomeperson，orsomething，thatisnotthedevil;butwhich，whateveritmaybe，hashadsufficientpowertosilenceourdogs。？Wemustdiscoverwhothissomeoneis，orwhatthissomethingis。"
　　Biscarratmadealastefforttostophisfriends，butitwasuseless。？Invainhethrewhimselfbeforetherashest;
　　invainheclungtotherockstobarthepassage;thecrowdofyoungmenrushedintothecave，inthestepsoftheofficerwhohadspokenlast，butwhohadsprunginfirst，swordinhand，tofacetheunknowndanger。？Biscarrat，repulsedbyhisfriends，unabletoaccompanythem，withoutpassingintheeyesofPorthosandAramisforatraitorandaperjurer，withpainfullyattentiveearandunconsciouslysupplicatinghandsleanedagainsttheroughsideofarockwhichhethoughtmustbeexposedtothefireofthemusketeers。？Astotheguards，theypenetratedfurtherandfurther，withexclamationsthatgrewfainterastheyadvanced。？Allatonce，adischargeofmusketry，growlinglikethunder，explodedintheentrailsofthevault。？TwoorthreeballswereflattenedagainsttherockonwhichBiscarratwasleaning。？Atthesameinstant，cries，shrieks，imprecationsburstforth，andthelittletroopofgentlemenreappeared—somepale，somebleeding—allenvelopedinacloudofsmoke，whichtheouterairseemedtosuckfromthedepthsofthecavern。？"Biscarrat！？Biscarrat！"criedthefugitives，"youknewtherewasanambuscadeinthatcavern，andyoudidnotwarnus！？Biscarrat，youarethecausethatfourofusaremurderedmen！？Woebetoyou，Biscarrat！"
　　"Youarethecauseofmybeingwoundeduntodeath，"saidoneoftheyoungmen，lettingagushofscarletlife—bloodvomitinhispalm，andspatteringitintoBiscarrat'slividface。？"Mybloodbeonyourhead！"？Andherolledinagonyatthefeetoftheyoungman。
　　"But，atleast，telluswhoisthere？"criedseveralfuriousvoices。