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The excitement of the last hour had been too much for her. Fanfaro looked at the fainting woman, not knowing what to do. He took her in his arms and was about to place her on the bed when the door was softly opened and three forms glided in. "Girdel, thank Heaven!" cried Fanfaro, recognizing the athlete, "have you found Robeckal?"
In the meantime, the acrobats had finished their meal. Girdel arose, and, drawing close to the travellers, said: "If the gentlemen desire, they can go with us to-morrow to Remiremont." "Oh, that is a good idea," said the host gleefully; "accept, gentlemen. If Girdel conducts you, you can risk it without any fear."
"Do you know the men with whom he just spoke?" "No." "You hate Girdel?" "Who told you so, and what is it your business?" "Ah, a great deal. If you hate him we can make a common thing of it. You belong to his troupe?" "Yes, for the present." "Bah, long enough to earn a few gold pieces." "What is asked of me for that?" "You? Not much.
Simon was silent. Girdel nudged him gently in the ribs with the iron bar, and turning to Irene, said: "Would you believe, mademoiselle, that this fellow was very talkative a few days ago when he tried to bribe Fanfaro's jailer. Growl away, it is true, anyway! You promised fabulous sums to the jailer if he would mix a small white powder in Fanfaro's food.
He rushed upon Girdel and enthusiastically cried: "Thank God, Papa Girdel, that you are well again." "You rascal, you," laughed Girdel, looking proudly at the young man. "You have found time again to rescue some one." "Monsieur Fanfaro," said the marquis now, "permit me once more to thank you for what you have done for me. I can never repay you."
Girdel and Fanfaro entered the small attic and Bobichel received his old comrades cordially. "The ball did not hit you, then?" asked Girdel; "we thought you were gone." "Almost," replied the clown; "I dragged myself a few steps further, with the bullet in my side, and then sank down unconscious. When I awoke I found myself in the hospital at Remiremont, where I remained until a week ago.
The wonderfully fine-shaped body was seen to advantage in this position, and a sculptor would have enthusiastically observed the classical outlines of the young man, whose dark tights fitted him like a glove. Fanfaro's hands and feet were as small as those of a woman, but, as Girdel had said, his muscles and veins were as hard as iron.
"Back, Rolla!" exclaimed Firejaws, hoarsely, as he laid his iron fist upon his wife's shoulder. Schwan came to the door and cordially said: "Where are your comrades? The soup is waiting." Robeckal hurriedly glided from the wagon, and approaching close to Rolla, he whispered a few words in her ear. "Let me go, Girdel," said the giantess. "Who would take such a stupid joke in earnest?
"Help me down," repeated Rolla. Girdel remained perfectly calm, but a careful observer might have noticed the veins on his forehead swell. He measured Rolla and Robeckal with a peculiar look, and before his look Rolla's eyes fell. "Robeckal, are you coming?" cried the virago, impatiently. "What do you wish here?" asked Girdel, coolly, as Robeckal turned to Rolla.
"Then you love him as much as you used to do?" laughed the host, in a satisfied way. "Much more if it is possible; I " The giant stopped short, and when Schwan followed the direction of his eye, he saw that the wagon which carried the fortune of Cesar Girdel had rolled into the courtyard.
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