It had begun at a little shed belonging to the house, the roof of which had caught.

The fresh evening breeze agitated the fire.

The two travelers quickened their steps, hearing loud cries, and seeing, as they drew nearer, soldiers with their glittering arms pointed towards the house on fire.

It was doubtless this menacing occupation which had made them neglect to signal the felucca.
Monk stopped short for an instant, and, for the first time, formulated his thoughts into words.

"Eh! but," said he, "perhaps they are not my soldiers but Lambert's." These words contained at once a sorrow, and apprehension, and a reproach perfectly intelligible to D'Artagnan.