D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 317: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

298 The Last Card. whole line, the colonel was left at the end in a cloud of dust. In the distance he saw the multitude racing for the walls, tossing caps, with the old Moors’ cry of, “Yah, ha!” and “wivas,’ carrying D’Artagnan shoulder high, and shouting, with echoes on those walls and within them: “Long live Don Juan, our own king!” (E(@) ee