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"Zu Befehl, Excellenz," he replied, and withdrew. In the hall below he sank into a chair, groaned and fumbled at the buttons of his boots. He was wearing them for the first time, and they fitted him as though they had been shrunk on to him. The porter, his waistcoat gaping, came shambling over to him. "You were saying," began the porter, "that the English." Herr Haase boiled over.
"Fill this in!" he said, in those tones of his that would have roused rebellion in a beast of burden. "And tread the earth down on it firmly!" "Zu Befehl, Herr Hauptmann," answered Herr Haase hastily.
He saluted, and, looking straight into Rickerl's eyes, said, "Zum Befehl, Herr Hauptmann! I am at your convenience also." "When you please!" shouted Rickerl, crimson with fury. "Retire!"
If he saw the smiles at all, he took them for a tribute to his brisk, decisive action with the cane. "And now, take him along," he commanded, when the prisoner's wrists were tied behind him to his satisfaction. "And stand no nonsense! If he won't walk make him!" The corporal saluted. "Zu Befehl, Herr Hauptmann," he deferred, and the prisoner was thrust down the bank.
In the course of a few minutes it fell on the stricken cottage, on the starosta standing in the road, on Steinmetz in the door-way. "Herr Steinmetz, is that you?" asked a voice, deep and musical, in the darkness. "Zum Befehl," answered Steinmetz, without moving. Catrina came up to him. She was clad in a long dark cloak, a dark hat, and wore no gloves.
"Zu Befehl, Excellenz," acquiesced Herr Haase, and made of his solidity and stolidity a screen and a shield for the master-mind in its master-body. Herr Bettermann, bending behind his machine, took in the grouping with an eye that sneered and exulted, jerked his angular blue-clad shoulders contemptuously, and turned again to his business.
"We shall want both, my Chris," he said, his face against mine, "oh, my Chris !" And then the Colonel walked in. "Herr Leutnant?" he said, in a raucous voice, as though he were ordering troops about. At the sound of it Bernd instantly became rigid and stood at attention, the perfect automaton, except that I was hanging on his arm. "Zur Befehl, Herr Oberst," he said.
"I am Herr Wetten; Your Excellency is Herr Steinlach. It could not be simpler." The Baron laughed quietly. "Very good, indeed," he agreed. "And Haase? You did not think of him? Well, the good Haase, for the time being, shall be the Herr von Haase. Eh, Haase?" "Zu Befehl, Excellenz," deferred Herr Haase.
"Werner, you are responsible for the prisoners. especially the boy," said the leader. "See that none of them escape. You will be relieved at the proper time. You understand?" "Ja, Herr Ritter!" said the man. "Zu befehl!" He saluted, and for the first time Dick had the feeling that this strange procedure was, in some sense, military, even though there were no uniforms.
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