You must pardon my impatience!" He was about to begin to read the lines; but Wolff stopped him by pointing to the Ortlieb residence and to two drunken soldiers who came out of the tavern "For Thirsty Troopers," and walked, singing and staggering, up the opposite side of the street.

Then, extending his hand to Heinz in farewell, he asked in a low tone, pointing to Biberli's figure just emerging from the shade, who was the messenger of love who served him so admirably.
"My shadow," replied the knight.

"I loosed him from my heels and bade him stand there.

But no offence, Herr Wolff Eysvogel; you'll make the queer fellow's acquaintance if, like myself, it would be agreeable to you to meet often, not only on iron chains, but on friendly terms with each other." "Nothing would please me more," replied the other.

"But how in the world could it happen that this well-guarded fortress surrendered to you after so short a resistance ?" "Heinz Schorlin rides swiftly," he interrupted; but Wolff exclaimed: "A swift ride awaits me, too, though of a different kind.