He bumped into several persons, who scowled at him, but offered no remonstrance after having taken his measure.

The German put his pipe into his pocket and advanced a step.
"The other gun, Herr," he said, "would have meant the boar." "So it would, perhaps," was the reply.
"We've done pretty good work these two days," went on the German; but as the other appeared not to have heard he fell to the rear again, a sardonic smile flitting over his oily face.
When Maurice reached the hotel cafe he left an order for a cognac to be sent to his room, whither he repaired at once.

As he got into dry clothes he mused.
"I wonder what sort of a man that crown prince is?
Now, if I were he, an army could not keep me away from Bleiberg.

Either he is no judge of beauty, or the peasant girls hereabout are something extraordinary.
Pshaw! a man always makes an ass of himself on his wedding eve; the crown prince is simply starting in early.

I believe I'll hang on here till the wedding day; a royal marriage is one of those things which I have yet to see.