I was in anything but a peaceful frame of mind, as they say, when the door swung open and I beheld, standing at the side of it, the officer who had accompanied me from the frontier.
"What tomfoolery is this ?" I demanded.

I was thoroughly incensed.
"It means that Herr will act peacefully or be in danger of a broken head," was the mind-easing reply of my quondam fellow passenger.

The driver then came down from the box, and I saw that he was the officer who had joined us at the station.
"If it is a frolic," I said, "one of your beer hall frolics, the sooner it is ended the better for you." The two laughed as if what I had said was one of the funniest things imaginable.
"Get out!" "With pleasure!" said I.
Directly one of them lay with his back to the ground and the other was locked in my embrace.

I had not spent four years on the college campus for intellectual benefits only.

And indignation lent me additional strength.