"Monsieur, is not that the barrel of a musket which glitters yonder? Had we not better lower our heads?"
"In truth," murmured d'Artagnan, to whom M. de Treville's recommendation recurred, "this animal will end by making me afraid." And he put his horse into a trot.
Planchet followed the movements of his master as if he had been his shadow, and was soon trotting by his side.