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Updated: May 20, 2025
"Have you captured poachers?" "No, the older ones are gypsies," for in the dim light of the cabin he was quite sure that they belonged to that army of rovers. "Are we then so dark?" asked the basket-maker, amused at the mistake. "All animals look dark at night." "Except a white cow," suggested the butcher. "But, Hartman, you have three boys with you," continued the forest-keeper.
The champion received the angry lord of the land, fully prepared, on horseback, and heard him demand his name, that he might not slay a worthless antagonist, and why he had torn off the ears of his forest-keeper! Rustem replied that the very sound of his name would make him shudder with horror.
"Then how was it, Madame Angenoux, that all through the night of the murder nothing but the cry of the Bete du bon Dieu was heard?" Mother Angenoux planted herself in front of the forest-keeper and struck the floor with her stick. "I don't know anything about it," she said. "But shall I tell you something? There are no two cats in the world that cry like that.
"Suit yourselves about that, only take off your wet clothes, shoes and stockings, and my wife will put them about the kitchen fire, and they will be dry by morning." The boys hurriedly disrobed, and the forest-keeper bade them good-night, and left the room.
"So young and yet night-strollers!" "No, these boys are all right. They have been passing their holiday in Frankfort, and are on their way home. They got lost in the forest, the rain came up and they took shelter in the abandoned cabin. One of them tells me that he is the son of Forest-keeper Krupp."
She made coffee and warm bread, and was putting them upon the table when she saw them come up from the brook, where they had washed hands and faces and combed their hair. Refreshed by rest and sleep, they looked much better than when the triplets first saw them. The forest-keeper, who had risen early to attend to matters about the place, came in just as they finished their breakfast.
"Oh, boys!" cried Fritz when they neared the garden belonging to the forest-house, "there are our spears sticking in the corn-rows, and on them are kitchen aprons and other old rags, and there are our helmets on the top of the poles. Who did it?" "Katharine, our old cook, is the one who did it," laughed the forest-keeper.
The hatred expressed by Daddy Mathieu for Monsieur Stangerson's forest-keeper a hatred he pretended was shared by the concierges led me easily to think of poaching. Now as all the evidence showed the concierges had not been in bed at the time of the tragedy, why were they abroad that night? As participants in the crime? I was not disposed to think so.
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