\"I
mustovertakehim，ifIkillmyhorse，\"thoughtthemusketeer;andhebegantosawthemouthofthepooranimal，whilstheburiedtherowelsofhismercilessspursintohissides。？Themaddenedhorsegainedtwentytoises，andcameupwithinpistol—shotofFouquet。
\"Courage！\"
saidthemusketeertohimself，\"courage！thewhitehorsewillperhapsgrowweaker，andifthehorsedoesnotfall，themastermustpullupatlast。\"？Buthorseandriderremaineduprighttogether，gaininggroundbydifficultdegrees。？D\'Artagnanutteredawildcry，whichmadeFouquetturnround，andaddedspeedtothewhitehorse。
\"A