A soldier, roused by the noise, unrolled his plaid, and looked up to see what was going forward.

"Ask him," said Monk to Athos, "where the fishermen are; if I were to speak to him, he would know me." Athos went up to the soldier, who pointed out the tent to him; immediately Monk and Athos turned towards it.

It appeared to the general that at the moment they came up, a shadow like that they had already seen glided into this tent; but on drawing nearer he perceived he must have been mistaken, for all of them were asleep pele mele, and nothing was seen but arms and legs joined, crossed, and mixed.

Athos, fearing lest he should be suspected of connivance with some of his compatriots, remained outside the tent.
"Hola!" said Monk, in French, "wake up here." Two or three of the sleepers got up.
"I want a man to light me," continued Monk.
"Your honor may depend upon us," said a voice which made Athos start.
"Where do you wish us to go ?" "You shall see.

A light! come, quickly!" "Yes, your honor.