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Slowly he rolled over on his stomach, thence to his knees. They were paying no attention to him.... "Ho, there! the prisoner!" cried von Mitter, tumbling out of the carriage. He tried to stand up, but a numbness seized his legs, and he sank to a sitting posture. Maurice and Scharfenstein turned too late. Johann had mounted on Scharfenstein's horse, and was flying away down the road.
"Fire away," said I, struggling with a collar. "I have a box of Havanas over at the custom house that I forgot to bail out." "No!" said I joyfully. A Havana, and one of Scharfenstein's! "I've an idea that they would go well with the dinner. So, if you don't mind, I'll trot over and get 'em." "Be sure and get around to Müller, at half-past eight, then," said I. "I'll be there."
But to them I represented official protection for whatever they might do. I assumed all the dignity I dared. I had kept Scharfenstein's name back as a surprise. Ellis for whom I had the passports immediately struck me as being so nearly like Max that they might easily have been brothers. Ellis was slighter; that was all the difference. I gave him his papers and examined his tickets.
I explained the matter the best I knew how, and confessed that he had hurriedly left the city for parts unknown. I did not consider it absolutely essential that I should declare that I had seen him enter a railway carriage for Dresden. Besides this, I had to stand sponsor for the other boys and explain at length that they were in no wise concerned with Mr. Scharfenstein's great offense.
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