CHAPTER LXXIV.

FATE. D'Artagnan had scarcely finished speaking, when a shrill whistle was heard on board the felucca, which was beginning to fade away in the darkness. "That, you may be sure," said the Gascon, "means something." They then, at the same instant, perceived a large lanthorn carried on a pole appear on the deck, defining the forms of shadows behind it. And then a terrible cry, a cry of despair, was wafted through the space, and, as if the shrieks of anguish had driven away the clouds, the veil which hid the moon was c…