CHAPTER LXVIII.

THE MASKED MAN. The snow was falling thick and frozen. Aramis was the next to come in, and to discover Athos almost unconscious. But at the first words he uttered, Athos roused himself from the kind of lethargy into which he had fallen. "Are you wounded?" cried Aramis. "No, this is his blood." "Where were you, then?" "Where you left me, under the scaffold." "Did you see it all?" "No, but I heard all. God preserve me from another such hour as I have just passed." "Here is the order he gave me, and the cross I took f…