A hurrah of joy welcomed the general.
"Here I am," said D'Artagnan, "the campaign is ended.

I am come to bring each his supplement of pay, as agreed upon." Their eyes sparkled.
"I will lay a wager there are not, at this moment, a hundred crowns remaining in the purse of the richest among you." "That is true!" cried they in chorus.
"Gentlemen," said D'Artagnan, "then, this is the last order.

The treaty of commerce has been concluded, thanks to our _coup-de-main_ which made us masters of the most skillful financier of England, for now I am at liberty to confess to you that the man we had to carry off was the treasurer of General Monk." This word treasurer produced a certain effect on his army.

D'Artagnan observed that the eyes of Menneville alone did not evince perfect faith.
"This treasurer," he continued, "I conveyed to a neutral territory, Holland; I forced him to sign the treaty; I have even reconducted him to Newcastle, and he was obliged to be satisfied with our proceedings towards him--the deal coffer being always carried without jolting, and being lined softly, I asked a gratification for you.

Here it is." He threw a respectable-looking purse upon the cloth; and all involuntarily stretched out their hands.