I suppose I'm
talking nonsense. After all, I haven't as much to say as I thought I
had. Suppose we turn in? I'm tired. You see, those fellows moved me
around to-day."
CHAPTER XIII
Hillars and I stood in the middle of the road. He held the binoculars.
"How many can you make out?" I asked.
"Four; all on horseback. There's a coach of some sort following on
behind. But everything is blurred and my hand trembles; the whiskey
here is terrible. Here, look for yourself," handing the glasses to me.
"Tell me what you see."
"There's one with a white cap--ah, it is Count von Walden! There are
two soldiers in the Hohenphalian uniform; cavalry. I do not know who
the fourth fellow is."
"Describe him to me," said Hillars, trying to roll a cigarette with his
trembling fingers. "Curse it!" throwing away the rice paper, "I've got
so bad that I can't roll a cigarette. Well, what's he look like?"
"He's in civilian dress; little black mustache and an imperial."
"Look anything like Napoleon III?"
"You've hit it. Who is he?"
"They say he's Prince Ernst of Wortumborg," said Hillars; "but it is my
opinion that he's the devil on a furlough.
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