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For a few days it seemed possible that we might be sent northward, through redeemed Trento and over the Brenner and the crest of the Alps and down through Innsbruck, to open a new front against Germany along the frontier of Bavaria. But that will not be necessary now. It is all over. Our Battery is living partly in a little terra-cotta Villa and partly in a barn close by.
A group of men stood on the step, the faint light of the room picking out face after face that she recognized Sheriff Munn; Jim Barker, who kept the grocery in the village; Cottrell Hampstead, who lived in the next house below them; young Dick Roamer, Munn's deputy; and several strangers. "Well?" she asked ungraciously. "We want to see Brenner!" one of them said. She stepped back.
The Hauptman von Brenner," and he smiled, "is teaching the general some American card game, I believe. The whole staff is card-crazy. They have little else to do but play." "And what plans have you already made for Fraulein Ruth?" queried Major Marchand. "While she remains under this roof she will pass as Frau Krause's niece.
"Tobey wears my shoes," said Brenner. Mrs. Brenner gasped. She advanced to Munn. "What you asking all these questions for?" she pleaded. Munn did not answer her. After a moment he asked. "Did you hear a scream this afternoon?" "Yes," she answered. "How long after the screaming did your son come in?" She hesitated. What was the best answer to make? Bewildered, she tried to decide.
Herr Brenner, the engineer of the Erdberg Works, gives a description of how the roof of a house, 54.6 meters wide, for a gasholder in Berlin, was raised to a height of 22 meters. In that instance the iron structure was put together at the bottom of the tank, leaving the rafter ends and the mural ring.
With a mighty effort Olga Brenner lifted her head so that her face, swollen beyond recognition, was turned toward her mother-in-law. Her almost sightless eyes fastened themselves on the old woman. "Run!" she cried. "Run to the village!" The mad woman, obedient to that commanding voice, flung open the door and lurched over the threshold and disappeared in the fog.
They went over the Brenner and looked down into Italy; made an excursion to those singular golden-tinted mountains, the Dolomites, among which live a race of men who speak neither German nor Italian, nor other language known among the hundred dialects of Europe, but a patois left to them from the ancient Latins; they wandered through the valleys of the Inn and its tributaries and wondered at the odd way of living which still prevails in their picturesque castellated mansions.
The Brenner Pass repaid us for the pains we had taken to see it, especially as the sun shone and took the frost from our windows, and we encountered no snow on the track; and, indeed, the fall was not deep, except on the high peaks about us. Even if the engineering of the road were not so interesting, it was something to be again amidst mountains that can boast a height of ten thousand feet.
Munn persisted. "Couldn't hear a thing but the water. Why?" "Oh nothing," said Munn. Mrs. Brenner finished pouring out the soup and set the bowls on the table. Chairs clattered, and soon the men were eating. Mart finished his soup before the others and sat back smacking his lips.
Poverty, avarice, and evil passions had minted Mart Brenner like a devil's coin. His shaggy head lowered in his powerful shoulders. His long arms, apelike, hung almost to his knees. Behind him the fog pressed in, and his rough, bristly hair was beaded with diamonds of moisture. "Well?" he snapped. A sardonic smile twisted his face. "Caught you, didn't I?" He strode forward.
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