Then Spantz spoke, with a soft laugh: "You will not know so much to-morrow, Herr King.

Give him the water, man.

He has much to say to us, and he cannot talk with a dry throat." "Nor an empty stomach," added King.

He drank long of the pitcher that was held to his lips.
"This is not the Regengetz," growled a surly voice.
"You mean, I don't eat ?" "Not at midnight, my friend." "It seems to be an all-night joint." "Enough," cried Spantz.

"Bring him out here.