She looked over the crowd, and then she looked at the poor _Hof-rath_, who now began to show that he was a little frightened.
"You, Hop-grog," said she, "how much money did you grab in dem scrahmbles ?" The _Hof-rath_ put his hand in his pocket and pulled out some pennies.
"Five big coppers," said he, sullenly.
"Gim me dem," said she, and he brought them to her.
"Now den, you kin git out," said she, pocketing the money.

Then she again raised her crown and replaced it on her head.
"Afrikins, behole your queen!" she cried.
This was more than we could stand.

To see this usurpation and robbery made our blood boil.

We, by ourselves, could do nothing; but we could get help.

We slipped away and ran down the road in the direction of the hotel.