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"Echt Deutsch," he whispered in German "and ZERO-TWO-SIX. A good hint to you!" "Waidman's Heil!" said the girl faintly. "O God! what a fright you gave me.... There's a man at Delle we were warned Seventy is his number, Recklow a devil Yankee " "A swine! a fathead, sleeping all day in his garden, too drunk to open despatches!" sneered Recklow. "We were warned against him," she insisted.
"Herrlich!" cried Sepp, and drank the "Waidmann's Heil!" toast to him in deep and serious draughts. Then he took out a thong, tied the four slender hoofs together and opened his game sack; Rex helped him to hoist the chamois in and onto his broad shoulders. Now for the upper Shelter. They started in great spirits, a happy trio.
Franz embraced his father, then ran in the house, where he was joyously welcomed, as were Paul and Fritz when they hurried on to their homes. Two days after, Mr. Heil returned and brought with him the satchel and also the bird cage in which was a fine singer, for he had visited the bird store and paid the difference between its cost and that of the mute one which Fritz had bought.
After listening for a few minutes the man left. He returned a few minutes later with a youngster not more than eighteen years of age. "Swen, you will be Lieutenant Wilson's assistant. Help him in every way you can. You are under his orders," Herr Domber said. "Heil Hitler," Swen said and saluted. He was a blond, curly-headed kid with a ready smile. Stan grinned at him and said: "We'll get along."
"I, Colonel Glotz, had no small part in this and will earn an advancement. Heil Hitler!" He snapped the words out sharply. "And you intend to shoot me?" Stan said. "Perhaps, unless you can give us some information regarding this new fighter craft you were flying." Stan's eyes narrowed. He was sure Colonel Glotz's orders did not call for shooting him on the spot.
Heil dir, leuchtender Tag!" The "Heil" was like a clarion note ringing through space; like the sound of an echo through mountain passes. The audience listened and gazed as under a spell; the orchestra played as it had never played before; the baton waved. Siegfried sang to her and she responded; their voices rising and mingling together, every note a glory.
Heil, accept this five hundred marks to use to the advantage of your dog in any way you think best." "Please excuse me," replied Mr. Heil. "There is no way that I can think of that it could be used for Pixy. He really needs nothing." "But, my friend, please respect my wish to express my gratitude in the only way I can. You cannot know what the finding of these papers has been to me.
"Open it and see what she says," requested Mr. Heil, and she complied quickly and read: "Last train in. No Fritz. I am terribly anxious." "Of course she is, but don't worry, sister," said Mr. Heil, noticing the tears in her eyes. "I will stop off at the telegraph office and send word to her that Fritz is here and will be home on Tuesday." This was a great satisfaction to Mrs. Steiner.
Every one knows the magic of that stroke: the abrupt change of key, the instant disappearance of bitterness, and the introduction of pathos and pure beauty; so here the Venusberg music disappears like a flame that is blown out. "Elisabeth!" Tannhäuser echoes, and the chorus chants solemnly "Der Seele Heil," etc.
She hurried into the office, gave her message to the operator who made quite a reduction in the number of words, thus lessening the expense, and then the three would have set out for home had not Paul made a study of the schedule and found that the train which Mr. Heil had gone to watch would not leave for fifteen minutes. "Oh, I am glad of that!" exclaimed Mrs. Steiner.
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