CHAPTER III
OLD AND NEW ACQUAINTANCES
While the hungry guests were eating, the door at the back of the largedining-room was very softly opened. None of the strangers observed this,but the host, whose eyes were all over, went toward the door, at thethreshold of which stood a man about forty years of age. The man wassmall and lean, and wore a brown overcoat trimmed with fur; the coat wascut out at the bosom and allowed a yellow vest and sky-blue tie to beseen. Trousers of dark-blue cloth reached to the knee, and hisriding-boots, with spurs, completed the wonderfully made toilet.
The man's face had a disagreeable expression. He had deep squintingeyes, a large mouth, a broad nose, and long, bony fingers.
When the host approached the stranger he bowed and respectfully asked:
"How can I serve you, sir?"
The stranger did not reply; his gaze was directed toward the table andthe guests, and the host, who had observed his look, again repeated thequestion.
The stranger walked into the middle of the room, and, seating himself ata table, said:
"Bring me a glass of brandy."
"I thought--I believed--" began the host.
"Do as I told you. I am expecting some one. Get a good dinner ready, andas soon as--the other one arrives, you can serve it."
"It shall be attended to," nodded Schwan, who thought the man was thesteward of some big lord.
Just as the host was about to leave the room, the door was opened againand two more travellers entered. The first comer threw a look at the newarrivals, and a frown crossed his ugly face.
The last two who entered were entirely dissimilar. One of them, to judgefrom his upright bearing, must have formerly been a soldier. He wasdressed plainly in civilian's clothes, and his bushy white mustache gavehis face a threatening look; the deep blue eyes, however, served tosoften the features. The other man was evidently a carman; he wore ablue linen blouse, leathern shoes, knee-breeches and a large round hat.When the host praised his kitchen to the new-comers, his words fell onfertile ground, for when he asked the first guest whether he would liketo have some ham and eggs, the proposition was at once accepted.
"Where shall I serve the gentlemen?"
For a moment there was deep silence. The guests had just perceived thefirst comer and did not seem to be impressed by his appearance.Nevertheless, the man who looked like a soldier decided that they shouldbe served at one of the side tables. When he said this Girdel looked up,and his features showed that the new-comers were not strangers to him.The man in the brown overcoat laughed mockingly when he perceived thatthe two strangers chose a table as far away from his as possible. Helooked fixedly at them, and when Schwan brought him the brandy he hadordered, he filled his glass and emptied it at one gulp. He then tooksome newspapers out of his pocket and began to read, holding the pagesin such a way as to conceal his face.
The host now brought the ham and eggs. As he placed them on the table,the carman hastily asked:
"How far is it, sir, from here to Remiremont?"
"To Remiremont? Ah, I see the gentlemen do not belong to the vicinity.To Remiremont is about two hours."
"So much the better; we can get there then in the course of theafternoon."
"That is a question," remarked Schwan.
"How so? What do you mean?"
"The road is very bad," he replied.
"That won't be so very dangerous."
"Oh, but the floods!"
"What's the matter with the floods?" said the old soldier.
"The enormous rainfall of the last few weeks has swollen all themountain lakes," said the host, vivaciously, "and the road to Remiremontis under water, so that it would be impossible for you to pass."
"That would be bad," exclaimed the carman, excitedly.
"It would be dangerous," remarked the old soldier.
"Oh, yes, sir; last year two travellers were drowned between Sainte-Ameand Remiremont; to tell the truth, the gentlemen looked like you!"
"Thanks for the compliment!"
"The gentlemen probably had no guide," said the carman.
"No."
"Well, we shall take a guide along; can you get one for us?"
"To-morrow, but not to-day."
"Why not?"
"Because my people are busy; but to-morrow it can be done."
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."
In spite of the uncommon appearance of the athlete, the strangers didnot hesitate to accept Girdel's offer; they exchanged glances, and thesoldier said:
"Accepted, sir. We are strangers here, and would have surely lostourselves. When do you expect to go?"
"To-morrow morning. To-night we give a performance here, and with thedawn of day we start for Remiremont."
"Good. Can I invite you now to join us in a glass of wine?"
Girdel protested more politely than earnestly; Schwan brought a bottleand glasses, and the giant sat down by the strangers.
While this was going on, the first comer appeared to be deeply immersedin the paper, though he had not lost a word of the conversation, and asFirejaws took a seat near the strangers, he began again to laughmockingly.
Robeckal and Rolla now left the dining-room, while Fanfaro, Cailletteand 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. Hardly had the door closed behind him than the man in thebrown overcoat stopped reading his paper and left the room too.
"One word, friend," he said to Robeckal.
"Quick, what does it concern?"
"Twenty francs for you, if you answer me properly."
"Go ahead."
"What is this Firejaws?"
"Athlete, acrobat, wrestler--anything you please."
"What is his right name?"
"Girdel, Cesar Girdel."
"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. Youbelong 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. You shall have an opportunity to pay back the athleteeverything you owe him in the way of hate, and besides you will be wellrewarded."
Robeckal shrugged his shoulders.
"Humbug," he said, indifferently.
"No, I mean it seriously."
"I should like it to be done," replied Robeckal, dryly.
"Here are twenty francs in advance."
Robeckal stretched out his hand for the gold piece, let it fall into hispocket, and disappeared without a word.
"You have come too late, my friend," he laughed to himself. "Girdel willbe a dead man before the morrow comes, as sure as my name is Robeckal."
In the meantime Girdel continued to converse with the two gentlemen;Schwan went here and there, and Fanfaro, Caillette and Bobichel werewaiting for the athlete's orders for the evening performance.
"How goes it?" asked the carman, now softly.
"Good," replied Girdel, in the same tone.
"The peasants are prepared?"
"Yes. The seed is ripe. They are only waiting for the order to begin tosow.
"We must speak about this matter at greater length, but not here. Didyou notice the man who was reading the paper o
ver there a little whileago?"
"Yes; he did not look as if he could instil confidence into any one; Ithink he must be a lackey."
"He could be a spy too; when can we speak to one another undisturbed?"
"This evening after the performance, either in your room or in mine."
"Let it be in yours; we can wait until the others sleep; let your doorremain open, Girdel."
"I will not fail to do so."
"Then it is settled; keep mum. No one must know of our presence here."
"Not even Fanfaro?"
"No, not for any price."
"But you do not distrust him? He is a splendid fellow--"
"So much the better for him; nevertheless, he must not know anything. Ican tell you the reason; we wish to speak about him; we desire tointrust certain things with him."
"You couldn't find a better person."
"I believe it. Good-by, now, until to-night."
"_Au revoir!_"
"Sir," said the carman, now aloud, "we accept your proposal with thanks,and hope to reach Remiremont to-morrow with your help."
"You shall."
Girdel turned now to Fanfaro, and gayly cried:
"To work, my son; we must dazzle the inhabitants of Sainte-Ame! CousinSchwan, have we got permission to give our performance? You are theacting mayor."
"I am," replied Schwan; "hand in your petition; here is some stampedpaper."
"Fanfaro, write what is necessary," ordered Girdel; "you know I'm notmuch in that line."
"If you are not a man of the pen, you are a man of the heart," laughedFanfaro, as he quickly wrote a few lines on the paper.
"Flatterer," scolded Girdel. "Forward, Bobichel; bring me the work-box;the people will find out to-night that they will see something."
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