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A rope hung around his neck, the end of which was attached to the saddle-bow of an Uhlan. But what made Jack's heart fairly leap into his mouth was to see Siurd von Steyr suddenly wheel in his saddle and lash the woman across the face with his doubled bridle. She cringed and fell to her knees, screaming and seizing his stirrup. "Get out, damn you!" roared Von Steyr. "Here I'll settle this now.
For God has willed this German ’Day’!" "Enough," said Siurd Von Glahn, still laughing, but turning very red. "What a terrible memory you have, Harry! For heaven’s sake spare my modesty such accurate reminiscences." "I thought it fine poetry then," insisted Stent with a forced smile. But his voice had subtly altered.
By Jove I did, didn’t I, Siurd? How on earth did you ever remember that?" "I thought it very pretty." He began to repeat aloud: "Rosa with the winsome eyes, When my beer you bring to me; I can see through your disguise! I my goddess recognize Hebe, young immortally, Sweet nepenthe pouring me!"
Down it, between fern and crag and bracken, flashed a brook, broken into in silvery sections amid depths of velvet green below, where evidently it tumbled headlong into that thin, shining thread which was a broad river. "Yes," mused Stent, "Siurd von Glahn and I were comrades on many a foot tour through such mountains as these. He was a delightful fellow, my classmate Siurd "
Stent laughed outright: "How funny to think of it now and to think of Rosa!... And you, Siurd, do you forget that you also composed a most wonderful war-poem to the metre of ’Fly, Eagle, Fly!’ Do you remember how it began? "Slay, Eagle, Slay! They die who dare decry us! Red dawns ’The Day.’ The western cliffs defy us! Turn their grey flood To seas of blood! And, as they flee, Slay, Eagle! Slay!
His expression became vacantly good humoured; but his brain was working like lightning. Stent’s firm hand encountered Von Glahn’s and held it in questioning astonishment. Looking him in the eyes he said slowly: "Siurd, it is good to see you again. It is amazing to meet you this way. I am glad.
"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?"
The Herr Professor sweated and panted as he tugged at the silk handkerchief with which he was busily knotting the arms of the unconscious American behind his back. "Pouf! Ugh! Pig-dog!" he grunted "mit his pockets full of automatic clips. A Yankee, eh? What I tell you, Siurd? English and Yankee they are one in blood and one at heart pig-dogs effery one.
On one side were the fragments of a map in water-colour; on the other, written in German script, he read "Siurd von Steyr." "It's enough," said Jack; "what a plucky girl you are, anyway!" "I? You don't think so! do you?" "You are the bravest, sweetest " "Dear me! You must not say that! You are sadly uneducated, and I see I must take you under my control at once. Man is born to obey!
"We have a long day and a longer night ahead of us," he said pleasantly, looking from Stent to Brown. "The snow limit lies just above us; the ibex should pass here at dawn on their way back to the peak. Shall we consolidate our front, gentlemen and make it a Quadruple Entente?" Stent replied instantly: "We join you with thanks, Siurd.
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