"_A moi! mousquetaires!_" And suspending himself by the arm from the balcony, he allowed himself to drop amidst the crowd, which began to draw back form a house that rained men.

Raoul was on the ground as soon as he, both sword in hand.

All the musketeers on the Place heard that challenging cry--all turned round at that cry, and recognized D'Artagnan.

"To the captain, to the captain!" cried they, in their turn.
And the crowd opened before them as though before the prow of a vessel.
At that moment D'Artagnan and Menneville found themselves face to face.
"Passage, passage!" cried Menneville, seeing that he was within an arm's length from the door.
"No one passes here," said D'Artagnan.
"Take that, then!" said Menneville, firing his pistol almost within an arm's length.

But before the cock fell, D'Artagnan had struck up Menneville's arm with the hilt of his sword and passed the blade through his body.
"I told you plainly to keep yourself quiet," said D'Artagnan to Menneville, who rolled at his feet.
"Passage! passage!" cried the companions of Menneville, at first terrified, but soon recovering, when they found they had only to do with two men.