Royalist, Republican, Orleanist,
or whoever might chance to be of the revolutionary party for the time
being, could chuckle as he told his fibs and passed on to the forbidden
land.

M. le Commissaire confronted Mr. Mole, and barred his passage to
interrogate him.

"_Pardon, m'sieur, veuillez bien me dire votre nom?_"

"What's that?" said Mole.

"_Votre nom, s'il vous plait_," repeated the commissaire.

"Really, I haven't the pleasure of your acquaintance."

"_Sapristi!_" ejaculated the commissaire, to one of his subordinates.
"_Quel type!_"

"Now, Mr. Mole," said Jack, who was close behind the old gentleman,
"why don't you speak up?"

"I don't quite follow him."

"He's only asking a question, you know. You polly-voo like a native."

"Yes; precisely, Jack. But I don't follow his accent. He's some
peasant, I suppose."

"_Votre nom!_" demanded the official, rather fiercely this time.

"Now, then, Mr. Mole," cried a voice in the rear, "you're stopping
everyone. Get it out and move on."

"Dear, dear me!" said Mole. "What does it mean?"

"He's asking your name," said Jack, "and you can't understand it."

"Oh!"

"I'll tell him for you, as you don't seem to know a word," said Jack.
"_Il s'appelle Ikey Mole_," he added to the commissaire.

"_Aike Moll_," repeated the commissaire. "_Il est Arabe?_"

"_Oui, monsieur. C'est un des lieutenants du grand Abd-el-Kader._"

"_Vraiment!_" exclaimed the commissaire, in a tone of mingled surprise
and respect. "_Passez, M'sieur Aike Moll._"[2]

[2] "He calls himself Ikey Mole," says Jack to the _commissaire
de police_.

"_Aike Moll!_" repeats the commissaire, pronouncing the
incongruous sounds as nearly as he can. "Why, he must be an
Arab."

To which Jack, with all his ready impudence, replies--

"Yes, sir, he is an Arab. He was one of Abd-el-Kader's
lieutenants."

We need scarcely remind our readers that Abd-el-Kader was the
doughty Arab chief who made so heroic a resistance to the French
in Algiers.

This satisfied the commissaire, who respectfully bade Mole pass
on.

They went on, and Mole anxiously questioned Jack.

"I'm getting quite deaf," said he, by way of a pretext for not having
understood the conversation. "Whatever were you saying?"

"I told him your name was Isaac Mole, sir," returned Jack.

"You said Ikey Mole, sir," retorted Mole, "and that is a very great
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