I was weak and weary, but he bade me be of good cheer, saying that my wound would soon heal, and that meanwhile all had gone well, for Johann, the keeper, had fallen into the snare we had laid for him, and was even now in the house.
"And the queer thing is," pursued Fritz, "that I fancy he's not altogether sorry to find himself here.

He seems to think that when Black Michael has brought off his coup, witnesses of how it was effected--saving, of course, the Six themselves--will not be at a premium." This idea argued a shrewdness in our captive which led me to build hopes on his assistance.

I ordered him to be brought in at once.

Sapt conducted him, and set him in a chair by my bedside.

He was sullen, and afraid; but, to say truth, after young Rupert's exploit, we also had our fears, and, if he got as far as possible from Sapt's formidable six-shooter, Sapt kept him as far as he could from me.