In a second the boards began to crackle, and the flames arose sparkling to the ceiling.

A howling from without replied to the shouts of the incendiaries.

D'Artagnan, who had not seen what passed, from being engaged at the window, felt, at the same time, the smoke which choked him and the fire that scorched him.
"_Hola!_" cried he, turning round, "is the fire here?
Are you drunk or mad, my masters ?" The two men looked at each other with an air of astonishment.

"In what ?" asked they of D'Artagnan; "was it not a thing agreed upon ?" "A thing agreed upon that you should burn my house!" vociferated D'Artagnan, snatching the brand from the hand of the incendiary, and striking him with it across the face.

The second wanted to assist his comrade, but Raoul, seizing him by the middle, threw him out of the window, whilst D'Artagnan pushed his man down the stairs.