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We lived up till now in the Golden Calf. However, we must look for other rooms now. We can speak about that to-morrow. Let us go to sleep now, it must be very late," said Girdel; and looking at his watch, he added: "Really it is two o'clock." "Bobichel's eyes knew that long ago," laughed Fanfaro. "Go to bed, old friend, you are tired."
During all these different productions, Fanfaro was continually assisting the performers; he handed Girdel the weights and took them from him; he accompanied Robeckal's sword exercise with hollow beats on a tambourine; he played the violin while Caillette danced on the rope, and acted as Bobichel's foil in his comic acts.
While half asleep, he had heard steps on the roof, and with a vague belief that the whole hospital force were in pursuit of him, he resolved to brave them. Fate had brought to him, however, his two best friends Gudel and Fanfar. After they had heard this explanation, it became Bobichel's turn to question. "Let Fanfar tell you," said Gudel.
He will save Fanfar!" Bobichel's confidence was so great, his honest affection was so apparent, that the two girls exchanged a hopeful glance. "Read!" said Francine. Iron Jaws' letter was not faultless in respect to orthography. Its errors we will not repeat: "Fanfar must be saved! I know your attachment for him. You have great influence with people in power.
"I am but a poor fellow, dear lady, only a strolling player, but I swear to you that Fanfar shall be saved!" Irène was comforted. The situation was indeed a terrible one. Bobichel's words were true. When Fanfar fell as if dead, it was supposed that it was an attack of apoplexy, and some good people ventured to call it a judgment from heaven for his crimes.
"Oh! such a dreadful thing has happened to Monte-Cristo's son!" "To the Vicomte!" cried Fanfar, leaping from his chair. He seized Bobichel's arm rather roughly, and shaking it, cried, "Will you speak?" "Yes, master, but I don't know how to tell you that the Vicomte has gone away." "Gone away, and what of that?" "But he has disappeared!" "Who says so?" "Old Madame Caraman and Coucon."
Bobichel uttered a cry of joy as he saw the party approach. "Thank God, master," he gleefully cried, "that you are home again. Caillette, Firejaws!" he cried aloud, "he is just returned!" A woman and a giant hurried at Bobichel's call. Fanfaro jumped from his horse, and embraced his wife and daughter. "Irene, have a bed prepared. The child will be intrusted to your care."
As she reached Girdel's door, a dark form, which had been crouching near the threshold, arose. "Who's there?" asked Caillette softly. "I, little Caillette," replied Bobichel's voice. "I am watching, because I do not trust Robeckal." "Oh, Bobichel, there is danger. I must waken father at once." "What is the matter?"
Fortunately I have eyes and ears everywhere, so I immediately took my measures. With Bobichel's assistance I captured this monster here, and then I went to the bribed jailer and gave him, in the name of his employer, the white powder. He took it without any objection. That I had changed the powder in the meantime for another he was unaware of.
He was so utterly grotesque that the crowd shrieked with laughter. Bobichel's name did not appear on the handbill. It had been omitted to leave more room for that of his friend Fanfar, and Gudel had called him to introduce him, so to speak, to the crowd. Fanfar and Caillette were alone. He was trying the ropes of the trapeze, while she was giving some finishing touches to the interior decoration.
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