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rasconers； from his build； bearing； style that aspect of a guard's…trumpeter's charger which fears no noise； his reputation as a hero coming from nobody knew whence or for what； and some scramblings for coppers and a few kicks to the little ragamuffins basking at his doorway。
Along the waterside； when Tartarin came home from hunting on Sunday evenings； with his cap on the muzzle of his gun； and his fustian shooting…jacket belted in tightly； the sturdy river…lightermen would respectfully bob； and blinking towards the huge biceps swelling out his arms； would mutter among one another in admiration：
〃Now； there's a powerful chap if you like！ he has double…muscles！〃
〃Double muscles！〃 why； you never heard of such a thing outside of Tarascon！
For all this； with all his numberless parts； double…muscles； the popular favour； and the so precious esteem of brave Commandant Bravida； ex…captain （in the Army Clothing Factory）； Tartarin was not happy： this life in a petty town weighed upon him and suffocated him。
The great man of Tarascon was bored in Tarascon。
The fact is； for a heroic temperament like his； a wild adventurous spirit which dreamt of nothing but battles； races across the pampas； mighty battues； desert sands； blizzards and typhoons； it was not enough to go out every Sunday to pop at a cap； and the rest of the time to ladle out casting…votes at the gunmaker's。 Poor dear great man！ If this existence were only prolonged； there would be sufficient tedium in it to kill him with consumption。
In vain did he surround himself with baobabs and other African trees； to widen his horizon； and some little to forget his club and the market…place； in vain did he pile weapon upon weapon； and Malay kreese upon Malay kreese； in vain did he cram with romances； endeavouring like the immortal Don Quixote to wrench himself by the vigour of his fancy out of the talons of pitiless reality。 Alas！ all that he did to appease his thirst for deeds of daring only helped to augment it。 The sight of all the murderous implements kept him in a perpetual stew of wrath and exaltation。 His revolvers； repeating rifles； and ducking…guns shouted 〃Battle！ battle！〃 out of their mouths。 Through the twigs of his baobab； the tempest of great voyages and journeys soughed and blew bad advice。 To finish him came Gustave Aimard； Mayne Reid； and Fenimore Cooper。
Oh； how many times did Tartarin with a howl spring up on the sultry summer afternoons； when he was reading alone amidst his blades； points； and edges ； how many times did he dash down his book and rush to the wall to unhook a deadly arm！ The poor man forgot he was at home in Tarascon； in his underclothes； and with a handkerchief round his head。 He would translate his readings into action； and； goading himself with his own voice； shout out whilst swinging a battle…axe or tomahawk：
〃Now； only let 'em come！〃
〃Them〃 ？ who were they？
Tartarin did not himself any too clearly understand。 〃They〃 was all that should be attacked and fought with； all that bites； claws； scalps； whoops； and yells the Sioux Indians dancing around the war… stake to which the unfortunate pale…face prisoner is lashed。 The grizzly of the Rocky Mountains； who wobbles on his hind legs； and licks himself with a tongue full of blood。 The Touareg； too； in the desert； the Malay pirate； the brigand of the Abruzzi in short； 〃they〃 was warfare； travel； adventure； and glory。
But； alas！！ it was to no avail that the fearless Tarasconer called for and defied them； never did they come。 Odsboddikins！ what would they have come to do in Tarascon？
Nevertheless Tartarin always expected to run up against them； particularly some evening in going to the club。
V。 How Tartarin went round to his club。
LITTLE； indeed； beside Tartarin of Tarascon； arming himself capa… pie to go to his club at nine； an hour after the retreat had sounded on the bugle； was the Templar Knight preparing for a sortie upon the infidel； the Chinese tiger equipping himself for combat； or the Comanche warrior painting up for going on the war…path。 〃All hands make ready for action！〃 as the men…of…war's men say。
In his left hand Tartarin took a steel…pointed knuckle…duster； in the right he carried a sword…cane； in his left pocket a life…preserver； in the right a revolver。 On his chest； betwixt outer and under garment； lay a Malay kreese。 But never any poisoned arrows they are weapons altogether too unfair。
Before starting； in the silence and obscurity of his study； he exercised himself for a while； warding off imaginary cuts and thrusts； lunging at the wall； and giving his muscles play； then he took his master…key and went through the garden leisurely； without hurrying； mark you。 〃Cool and calm British courage； that is the true sort； gentlemen。〃 At the garden end he opened the heavy iron door； violently and abruptly so that it should slam against the outer wall。 If 〃they〃 had been skulking behind it； you may wager they would have been jam。 Unhappily； they were not there。
The way being open； out Tartarin would sally； quickly glancing to the right and left； ere banging the door to and fastening it smartly with double…locking。 Then； on the way。
Not so much as a cat upon the Avignon roadall the doors closed； and no lights in the casements。 All was black； except for the parish lamps； well spaced apart； blinking in the river mist。
Calm and proud； Tartarin of Tarascon marched on in the night； ringing his heels with regularity； and sending sparks out of the paving…stones with the ferule of his stick。 Whether in avenues； streets； or lanes； he took care to keep in the middle of the road an excellent method of precaution； allowing one to see danger coming； and； above all； to avoid any droppings from windows； as happens after dark in Tarascon and the Old Town of Edinburgh。 On seeing so much prudence in Tartarin； pray do not conclude that Tartarin had any fear dear； no！ he only was on his guard。
The best proof that Tartarin was not scared is； that instead of going to the club by the shortest cut； he went over the town by the longest and darkest way round； through a mass of vile； paltry alleys； at the mouth of which the Rhone could be seen ominously gleaming。 The poor knight constantly hoped that； beyond the turn of one of these cut…throats' haunts； 〃they〃 would leap from the shadow and fall on his back。 I warrant you； 〃they〃 would have been warmly received； though； but； alack！ by reason of some nasty meanness of destiny； never indeed did Tartarin of Tarascon enjoy the luck to meet any ugly customers not so much as a dog or a drunken man nothing at all！
Still； there were false alarms somewhiles。 He would catch a sound of steps and muffled voices。
〃Ware hawks！ Tartarin would mutter； and stop short； as if taking root on the spot； scrutinising the gloom； sniffing the wind； even glueing his ear to the ground in the orthodox Red Indian mode。 The steps would draw nearer； and the voices grow more distinct； till no more doubt was possible。 〃They〃 were coming in fact； here 〃they〃 were！
Steady； with eye afire and heaving breast； Tartarin would gather himself like a jaguar in readiness to spring forward whilst uttering his war…cry；