"Pray, lad, can you make out which is nineteen ?" The moment he had spoken the smile broadened on his face.

The shot had gone home.

Bauer was a clever scoundrel, but his nerves were not under perfect control, and his arm had quivered under Rudolf's.
"Nineteen, sir ?" he stammered.
"Ay, nineteen.

That's where we're bound for, you and I.There I hope we shall find--what we want." Bauer seemed bewildered: no doubt he was at a loss how either to understand or to parry the bold attack.
"Ah, this looks like it," said Rudolf, in a tone of great satisfaction, as they came to old Mother Holf's little shop.

"Isn't that a one and a nine over the door, my lad?
Ah, and Holf! Yes, that's the name.