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I followed the constable for the distance of eight or ten feet along the passage. "Isn't there a lamp anywhere?" I asked. "We can see enough with a match," he answered. "Here, this is what I fell over." Even before the match was struck I saw a dark body lying across the passage. "A dead man?" I guessed instantly. "Why, no," said Sapt, striking a light: "a dead dog, Fritz."

Wilhelm Schwab, but lately left in possession of a hundred thousand francs by the death of both parents, opened his arms, his heart, his house, his purse to Fritz.

Fritz, on his part, chose to make an especial study of woodcraft, and was forever hunting for "signs," and talking of the amazing things which the old-time Indians used to accomplish along this line. As for good-natured Noodles, if he had any specialty at all, it lay in the art of cooking.

Ah, yes, it is indeed a splendid thing to be young!" She sighed, a long, sentimental sigh, and looked across, affectionately, at L'Ami Fritz. "I do not feel my youth to be so very far away," she said. "But then, the people in my dear country are not cynical as are the French!"

Elise, with an instinctive feeling of the danger which threatened Feodor, turned to the door behind which he was hidden. "The artilleryman, Fritz!" cried Gotzkowsky, with visible astonishment. "Yes, it is me," groaned the soldier. "Save me, Gotzkowsky; do not deliver me up to these barbarians!" Gotzkowsky laid his hand on his shoulder with a friendly smile.

She had not yet been able to say to herself, "What Fritz and the rest of them want to make them happy is the village, and the meadow, and the farm-house, and the fruit-trees, and the orchard, and the milk-cows, and the laying hens; plenty in the cellar, plenty in the granary, and a nice warm fire on the hearth in winter. But what have I to do with all these things?

Thorough drilling was also given in the use of machine guns. Men were instructed how to repair guns, were told what to do in case certain parts of the gun were injured, were shown how to take guns apart and put them together again, and before the end of the drilling, these men became as efficient in machine gun work as Fritz himself.

The long lashes lay upon the waxen cheek; the deep repose of the long, last sleep seemed to be falling upon the wasted features. Fritz felt an unaccustomed mist rising before his eyes. He thought he had never before seen a nobler countenance.

As to woman, he seemed to be sternly indifferent, Save to the semi-professionals who were as anxious to escape Sing Sing's gloomy embrace as the man who supplied them with the drugs for their various "Ladies' Homes." These were welcome "Greeks bearing gifts" of the coveted "long green" which was Fritz Braun's god.

"Fritz," said Paul, "it is a very different thing for you to take the money that Uncle Braun offers you as a gift, than to ask for money in place of a bath when he offers you the bath." Franz saw the affair in the same light and advised the acceptance of the nickels, but added that it would take too much time to take a bath when there was so much they wished to see.