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 on 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.