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Denis, when an iron fist was laid upon Robeckal's shoulder, and forced the frightened man to stand still. "What does this mean?" he angrily cried, as he turned around, "a " He paused, for he had recognized Fanfaro. Bobichel had clutched Rolla at the same time, and shaking her roughly, he cried: "Monster, where is the street-singer?" "What do I know of a street-singer?" cried Rolla, boldly.
When he saw Robeckal, he anxiously asked: "Well?" "It is settled." "Really? Will she come?" "Certainly." The man in the cloak, who was no other than Fernando de Velletri, let some gold pieces slip into Robeckal's hand. "If everything goes all right, you will get five hundred francs more," he cried. "It is as good as if I had the money already in my pocket.
With a cry of rage he sprung up and threw himself upon the giant, who waited calmly for him with his arms quietly folded over his breast; a sword shone in Robeckal's hand, and how it happened neither he nor Rolla knew, but immediately after he lay on top of the wagon, close to the Cannon Queen.
The noise brought Velletri up too; but as soon as he saw Robeckal's long knife, he turned about again. The vicomte too became pacified. "I will give you all the money I have with me," he said, as he turned the contents of his purse into Rolla's big hand. "Count and see how much it is."
Suppose the vicomte, who had followed her all over, had at last found out where she lived? "Well, are you going to open?" cried Robeckal, becoming impatient. Hesitatingly Louison pushed back the bolt, and with a sigh of relief she saw Robeckal's face; no, that was not the vicomte. "H'm, mademoiselle, you thought perhaps that I was a beggar?" asked Robeckal, mockingly.
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.
"You do not say so," observed the official, ironically. "Then you already know your fate?" "Yes, I am going to England and from there to America." "I don't know anything about that; my information is that you will not leave France." Robeckal's face became a shade paler, still he did not lose courage. "Where am I to be sent?" he hastily asked. "For the present to the south of France."
A peculiar smile, unnoticed by Louison, played about Robeckal's lips. "I really do not know," he finally replied, "but it will be between ten and eleven. With such good pay a minute more or less won't make much difference." "No, but it must not be later than midnight." "On no account, mademoiselle; if you are afraid, why, I will see you home," Robeckal gallantly cried.
Not until now, when he found himself in the presence of his judges, had he comprehended that it might cost him his head, and his bold assurance gave way to cowardly despair. Fanfaro answered the questions put to him briefly and clearly. He described Robeckal's actions during the time he had been a member of Girdel's troupe.
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