Part 11 (2/2)
”Tartarin of Tarascon, lion-killer!”
In uttering these words the dauntless son of Tarascon shook the blue ta.s.sel of his fez like a mane.
Through the vehicle was a spell of stupefaction.
The Trappist brother crossed himself, the dubious women uttered little screams of affright, and the Orleansville photographer bent over towards the lion-slayer, already cheris.h.i.+ng the unequalled honour of taking his likeness.
The little gentleman, though, was not awed.
”Do you mean to say that you have killed many lions, Monsieur Tartarin?”
he asked, very quietly.
The Tarasconian received his charge in the handsomest manner.
”Is it many have I killed, Monsieur? I wish you had only as many hairs on your head as I have killed of them.”
All the coach laughed on observing three yellow bristles standing up on the little gentleman's skull.
In his turn, the Orleansville photographer struck in:
”Yours must be a terrible profession, Monsieur Tartarin. You must pa.s.s some ugly moments sometimes. I have heard that poor Monsieur Bombonnel”--”Oh, yes, the panther-killer,” said Tartarin, rather disdainfully.
”Do you happen to be acquainted with him?” inquired the insignificant person.
”Eh! of course! Know him? Why, we have been out on the hunt over twenty times together.”
The little gentleman smiled.
”So you also hunt panthers, Monsieur Tartarin?” he asked.
”Sometimes, just for pastime,” said the fiery Tarasconian. ”But,” he added, as he tossed his head with a heroic movement that inflamed the hearts of the two sweethearts of the regiment, ”that's not worth lion-hunting.”
”When all's said and done,” ventured the photographer, ”a panther is nothing but a big cat.”
”Right you are!” said Tartarin, not sorry to abate the celebrated Bombonnel's glory a little, particularly in the presence of ladies.
Here the coach stopped. The conductor came to open the door, and addressed the insignificant little gentleman most respectfully, saying:
”We have arrived, Monsieur.”
The little gentleman got up, stepped out, and said, before the door was closed again:
”Will you allow me to give you a bit of advice, Monsieur Tartarin?”
”What is it, Monsieur?”
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