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Coucou had a special predilection for the "female sex," and the widow of the sergeant saw in every blue-coat a comrade of her "blessed one." "How do you do, madame? Surely you are the companion of the beautiful little one up-stairs?" and he pointed at the house. Madame Caraman nodded.
"Who are you?" asked Carmen. "A friend, a former Zouave in the service of the Count of Monte-Cristo." "Well, what have you?" "A note from the painter Gontram." "Give it to me quickly." Coucou drew the letter from the folds of his bernouse and gave it to the young girl. It read as follows: "Carmen, my friends are in danger; Jane Zild has been abducted and Spero has disappeared.
"The vicomte might have gone out by way of the garden." "That is not possible," declared the footman. "I locked the gate myself yesterday while the vicomte was in his study." "We must search every nook and corner," said Gontram. "We shall do so," said Fanfaro. "Anselmo can remain under Madame Caraman's care, while Coucou can look in the garden and yard, and we in the house."
"To Algiers is that true?" joyfully exclaimed Coucou, throwing his cap in the air and making a salute, which perhaps was not fashionable, but nevertheless significant. "Excuse me, commander," he stammered, placing his hand on his cap, "I am overcome with joy! God be praised, now we shall find my good captain!" "That I also hope, Coucou."
Hardly had he arrived at Bona than he regained the vigor of his youthful days, and two hours after his landing Monte-Cristo was already on his way to the desert with a well-organized caravan. One hundred energetic men accompanied him, and his train consisted of two hundred horses and eight hundred camels. He and Spero were at the head of the party; Bertuccio, Jacopo and Coucou followed behind.
Mercedes was standing at the window, gazing out upon the sea. Behind her stood a man in the uniform of a Zouave. Small, brown and thin, he looked like the type of what a Zouave is generally thought to be. What the Zouave's name was no one exactly knew. He had many sobriquets, the most popular of which was "Sergeant Coucou," so that after a while he was never called otherwise.
Coucou bent his head, and Madame Caraman earnestly continued: "Would it not be more simple and also more becoming, if you were to come here to-morrow by daylight, and ask for admittance?" "But that is just the thing," despairingly exclaimed Coucou, "for me there is no morning!" "What does that all mean?" "Well, what I say is, that for me there is no morning here!"
Albert's letters, which, up to now, had always regularly reached Marseilles, now remained away altogether, and a time of indescribable anguish commenced for Mercedes the arrival of the Jackal Coucou only increased her troubles, for the news which he brought was unsatisfactory, and thus the mother resolved at length to send that call for help to Monte-Cristo.
"I will be good, Madame Caraman, if you will tell me how you came to Uargla." "We followed the Count of Monte-Cristo." "You are in love with him." "We followed the count because we wished to aid him in rescuing Captain Joliette." "But tell me about the Americans." "They deserted us as soon as we reached the land. The Arabs had previously stolen our camels." "Infamous race," growled Coucou.
"H'm the marshal knows his people," nodded the sergeant, proudly; "it was, in fact, but a trifle a brown devil brandished his yataghan at the captain, and I cut off his hand to prevent the execution of his plan. Now, the captain also called: "'Sergeant Coucou! "'Here, said I.
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