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Caillette, Fanfaro, and Bobichel went away; Girdel turned to his wife and pleasantly said: "Rolla, I will now help you down." Rolla looked at him sharply, and then said in a rough, rasping voice: "Didn't I call you, Robeckal? Come and help me down!" Robeckal, who had been observing the chickens in the courtyard, slowly approached the wagon. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Yes, certainly; he brought carriers along, and that settled the matter." "Where is the family vault of the Fougereuse?" asked Girdel. "Oh, far from Paris; somewhere in Alsace, if I remember aright." "God have mercy on me!" muttered Girdel to himself. The official looked at him with amazement. What was the matter with the man?
"Let us leave him alone, mademoiselle," said Girdel; "solitude will do him good." When Simon saw that Girdel and Irene were about to depart, he groaned loudly, but the athlete ordered him to keep still if he did not wish to be gagged, and this warning had the desired effect.
The athlete saw he was right, and they both began their perilous flight over the roofs. For a time everything went right, but suddenly Fanfaro paused and said: "We are at a street corner." "That is a fatal surprise," growled Girdel; "what shall we do now?" "We must try to reach a roof-pipe and glide down." "That is easier said than done. Where will you find a roof-pipe able to sustain my weight?"
"Let the clothes hang," ordered Girdel. They all crept softly to the stable and in about five minutes were on the street. Bobichel ran alongside Girdel. Suddenly he stopped and hurriedly said: "I hear the sound of horses' hoofs; we escaped just in time." The noise Bobichel heard really came from the policemen, who had hurried from Remiremont to Sainte-Ame and were now surrounding the Golden Sun.
They seldom had an opportunity of seeing anything like this, for very few travelling shows ever visited the small Lorraine village; and with almost childish joy the spectators gazed at Bobichel, Fanfaro, and Girdel, who were engaged in erecting the booth. The work went on briskly.
"Go, wake father and tell him I must speak to him; do not lose a minute," urged Caillette. The clown did not ask any more questions. He hurried to wake Girdel and Fanfaro, and then called Caillette. The young girl hastily told what she had heard.
The cask had now reached a height on a level with Girdel; the spectators cheered, but suddenly an ominous breaking was heard, and while a cry of horror ran through the crowd, Fanfaro, quick as thought, sprung upon the cask and caught it in his arms. What had happened? Girdel lay motionless on the ground.
Robeckal and Rolla now left the dining-room, while Fanfaro, Caillette and Bobichel still remained seated; a minute later Robeckal returned, and drawing near to Girdel, softly said to him: "Master." "Well?" "Do you need me?" "What for?" "To erect the booth?" "No, Fanfaro and Bobichel will attend to it." "Then good-by for the present." Robeckal left.
Robeckal alone was not to be seen. "Oh, Fanfaro, is he dead?" sobbed Caillette. Fanfaro was silent and bent anxiously over Girdel; Rolla, on the other hand, looked angrily at the young man and hissed in his ear: "Do not touch him. I will restore him myself." Instead of giving the virago an answer, Fanfaro looked sharply at her.
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