by Alexandre Dumas, Twenty Years After — Chapter 8… (1845)
“ They had traveled onward about half a mile when Planchet came close up to D'Artagnan."Stop, sir, look yonder," he whispered; "don't you see in the darkness something pass by, like shadows? I fancy I hear horses' feet.""Impossible!" returned D'Artagnan. "The ground is soaking wet; yet I fancy, as thou sayest, that I see something."At this moment the neighing of a horse struck his ear, coming through darkness and space."There are men somewhere about, but that's of no consequence to us," said D'Artagnan; "let us ride onward." ”
