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Two big thick tender steaks well garnished with potato salad, the handiwork of Frau Lena Scheff, creamed potatoes, huge cups of delicious coffee and a grand finale of broad, sugar-frosted, German pancakes. By the time this feast was finished their own garments were thoroughly dry, and as lightning change artists they appeared in their own clothes, renewed in body as well as in appearance.
"Herr Scheff, could you tell me about the people who live in the castle upon the bluff above you?" he questioned. A cold shadow came over the German's round face. It was evident that at heart he was anything but a genial man given to much talk. "I do not make my head ache about what I don't know," he replied; "my business is to cook for whoever pays me. That's all I say." "Oh!
The two comrades followed her into the cozy bedroom. "I vill haf to give you mein Herr's clothes, it's all I haf," and she smiled broadly. "Thank you, Frau Scheff," replied Jim; "while ours are getting dry it will give us more room to eat." "Aye, dot is a true wort," and she laughed with a jolly, shaking heartiness.
"We have fed and slept," said Berwick, "and ought to be ready for the next move." "Herr Scheff," questioned Jim, "do you happen to know where we can get a good rowboat?" This gave to his comrade some indication of what the next move would be. "Yah! Yah! mein freund," replied the German, who felt as gracious as it was possible for him to feel.
Manifold speaks of a case of bifurcated epiglottis. Debloisi records an instance of congenital web of the vocal bands. Mackenzie removed a congenital papillomatous web which had united the vocal cords until the age of twenty-three, thus establishing the voice. Poore also recorded a case of congenital web in the larynx. Elsberg and Scheff mention occlusion of the rima glottidis by a membrane.
"When Captain Broome gets done with her?" questioned Berwick slyly. "Perhaps sooner; I dunno," said Jim gloomily. They beached their long, low, black craft on the sands below the restaurant of Herr and Frau Scheff, and from that base of supplies laid in a liberal stock of provisions, enough to last for a day at least. There was some ham, a loaf of bread, butter and an apple pie.
"I denk you gentlemens are hungry," said Herr Scheff, as he saw a chance to make a big profit. "Mein Gottness!" it was the voice of Frau Scheff, "mein kindlins, you are drowned, poor tings, come, fix you fine and gute. You go ahead and cook dem blenty," she commanded her husband as she saw a frown on his forehead. He knew that tone of voice and obeyed.
It was comical beyond words when they made the change in clothing, while Frau Scheff had gone to the front to help her husband to prepare the meal for the two guests.
The savory smell of cooking greeted the hungry outcasts as they entered the car restaurant. "Shentlemans, your repast is served." He waved his hand towards one of the little tables, which had on it a spotless white tablecloth, and the necessary implements for attacking the grub. "Ah! it looks very good, Herr Scheff," said John Berwick, who could be very gracious when he wished.
"Your name should be chef; you deserve it, my friend." The German made a short bow and his round face crinkled into a smile. "It is enough that you are pleased, honorable sir," he said. "Ach, Fritz!" exclaimed his wife, "why do you give these friends of ourselves such knives and forks? I will get some of our own." "Now don't you bother, Mrs. Scheff," said Jim; "these will do all right for us."
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