from the tilbury and disappear."

"Not at all, my good friend."

"How? Not at all?"

"Why, just think for a moment; with this red handkerchief on my head,
with scarcely any shoes, no papers, and ten gold napoleons in my pocket,
without reckoning what was there before--making in all about two hundred
francs,--why, I should certainly be arrested at the barriers. Then,
to justify myself, I should say that you gave me the money; this would
cause inquiries, it would be found that I left Toulon without giving
due notice, and I should then be escorted back to the shores of the
Mediterranean. Then I should become simply No. 106, and good-by to
my dream of resembling the retired baker! No, no, my boy; I prefer
remaining honorably in the capital." Andrea scowled. Certainly, as he
had himself owned, the reputed son of Major Cavalcanti was a wilful
fellow. He drew up for a minute, threw a rapid glance around him, and
then his hand fell instantly into his pocket, where it began playing
with a pistol. But, meanwhile, Caderousse, who had never taken his eyes
off his companion, passed his hand behind his back, and opened a long
Spanish knife, which he always carried with him, to be ready in case
of need. The two friends, as we see, were worthy of and understood one
another. Andrea's hand left his pocket inoffensively, and was carried
up to the red mustache, which it played with for some time. "Good
Caderousse," he said, "how happy you will be."

"I will do my best," said the inn-keeper of the Pont du Gard, shutting
up his knife.

"Well, then, we will go into Paris. But how will you pass through the
barrier without exciting suspicion? It seems to me that you are in more
danger riding than on foot."

"Wait," said Caderousse, "we shall see." He then took the great-coat
with the large collar, which the groom had left behind in the tilbury,
and put it on his back; then he took off Cavalcanti's hat, which he
placed upon his own head, and finally he assumed the careless attitude
of a servant whose master drives himself.

"But, tell me," said Andrea, "am I to remain bareheaded?"

"Pooh," said Caderousse; "it is so windy that your hat can easily appear
to have blown off."

"Come, come; enough of this," said Cavalcanti.

"What are you waiting for?" said Caderousse. "I hope I am not the
cause."

"Hush," said Andrea. They passed the barrier without accident. At the
first cross street Andrea stopped his horse, and Caderousse leaped o