CHAPTER XXVI.

THE COLLISION. They rode on in this way for some minutes. Suddenly, two dark forms seemed to separate from the mass, advanced, grew in size and, as they grew larger and larger, assumed the appearance of two horsemen. "Oh, oh!" cried d'Artagnan, "they're coming towards us." "So much the worse for them," said Porthos. "Who goes there?" cried a voice. The three horsemen answered not, stopped not, and all that was heard was the noise of swords, drawn from the scabbards, and of the cocking of the pistols, with which the…