The Count of Monte Cristo

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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,