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A child had been snapped up by a tiger quite close to the village, in a thicket between it and the river. That was enough for Glahn, drunk as he was, and cut up about something into the bargain. He picked up his rifle and raced off at once to the thicket didn't even put on his hat. But why did he take his rifle instead of a shot-gun, if he was really as plucky as all that?
We stood there looking at each other. And suddenly Glahn shrugged his shoulders and called out "Coward" to me. And why should he call me a coward? I threw my rifle to my shoulder aimed full in his face fired. As a man soweth... Now, there is no need, I insist, for the Glahns to make further inquiry about this man.
I started at that, and answered: "Who told you that?" "I don't go about spying," she cried. "I heard it last evening; my father told me. When I got home all wet through last night, my father said: 'You were rude to the Baron to-day. 'No, I answered. 'Where have you been now? he asked again. I answered: 'With Glahn. "And then my father told me."
"Hirsch" grunted the Herr Professor "und stück on the north alm" staring through his telescope intently. "Accorded," said Siurd Von Glahn, balancing his spyglass and sweeping the distant crags. "Stück on the western shoulder," he added "and a stag royal among them." "Of ten?" "Of twelve." After a silence: "Why are they galloping I wonder the herd-stag and stück?"
Maggie must have come straight from her hut, and Glahn had been watching and waiting for her. They even had the nerve to stand there making up together right outside my glass window. I felt a trembling in all my limbs. I cocked my gun; then I let the hammer down again. I went outside and took Maggie by the arm; we walked out of the village in silence; Glahn went back into the hut again at once.
When we came upon the two panthers, Glahn was all for attacking them too with his shot-gun, but I persuaded him to give it up, as it was getting dusk, and we had no more than two or three cartridges left. He boasted of that too of having had the courage to attack panthers with a shot-gun. "I am sorry I did not fire at them after all," he said to me.
"I am glad." She said no more about him, and I felt easier. And Maggie went home with me, too, when I asked her. When she went, a couple of hours later, I climbed up the ladder to Glahn's room and knocked at the thin reed door. He was in. I said: "I came to tell you that perhaps we'd better not go out shooting to-morrow." "Why not?" said Glahn.
It annoys me to be constantly seeing their advertisements offering such and such reward for information about a dead man. Thomas Glahn was killed by accident shot by accident when out on a hunting trip in India. The court entered his name, with the particulars of his end, in a register with pierced and threaded leaves.
But this account I am less inclined to trust; I regard the first as true, for after all I hate Thomas Glahn and believe him capable of the worst. But, however it may have been, he never spoke himself of the affair with that noble lady, and I did not ask him about it. What business was it of mine?
Once he turned slowly and looked at Brown addressed him politely while his dark eyes wandered over the American, noting every detail of dress and equipment, and the slight bulge at his belt line beneath the tunic. Brown said to Von Glahn: "Ibex stalking is a new game to me. My friend Stent tells me that you are old at it." "I have followed some few ibex, Mr. Brown," replied the young man modestly.
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