Nothing can be said; let us be off, gentlemen, let us be off!" Grimaud was already ahead, with the basket and the dessert.

The four friends followed, ten paces behind him.
"What the devil shall we do now, gentlemen ?" cried Athos.
"Have you forgotten anything ?" said Aramis.
"The white flag, morbleu! We must not leave a flag in the hands of the enemy, even if that flag be but a napkin." And Athos ran back to the bastion, mounted the platform, and bore off the flag; but as the Rochellais had arrived within musket range, they opened a terrible fire upon this man, who appeared to expose himself for pleasure's sake.
But Athos might be said to bear a charmed life.

The balls passed and whistled all around him; not one struck him.
Athos waved his flag, turning his back on the guards of the city, and saluting those of the camp.

On both sides loud cries arose--on the one side cries of anger, on the other cries of enthusiasm.
A second discharge followed the first, and three balls, by passing through it, made the napkin really a flag.

Cries were heard from the camp, "Come down! come down!" Athos came down; his friends, who anxiously awaited him, saw him returned with joy.
"Come along, Athos, come along!" cried d'Artagnan; "now we have found everything except money, it would be stupid to be killed." But Athos continued to march majestically, whatever remarks his companions made; and they, finding their remarks useless, regulated their pace by his.
Grimaud and his basket were far in advance, out of the range of the balls.
At the end of an instant they heard a furious fusillade.
"What's that ?" asked Porthos, "what are they firing at now?
I hear no balls whistle, and I see nobody!" "They are firing at the corpses," replied Athos.
"But the dead cannot return their fire." "Certainly not! They will then fancy it is an ambuscade, they will deliberate; and by the time they have found out the pleasantry, we shall be out of the range of their balls.