"Will you sheathe it?" the old man asked mildly.
"Since it is of no particular use," bitterly.
"I could have broken it half a dozen times. Here, take it. But be wise in the future, and draw it only in the right."
The gall was bitter on the colonel's tongue, but his head was evenly balanced now. He jammed the blade into the scabbard.
"I should like a word or two with you outside," said the mountaineer.
"To what purpose?"
"To a good one, as you will learn."
The two of them went out. Gretchen, overcome, fell upon Fräu Bauer's neck and wept soundly. The whole affair had been so sudden and appalling.
Outside the old man laid his hand on the colonel's arm.
"You must never bother her again."
"Must?"
"The very word. Listen, and do not be a fool because you have some authority on the general staff. You are Colonel von Wallenstein; you are something more besides."
"What do you infer?"
"I infer nothing. Now and then there happens strange leakage in the duke's affairs. The man is well paid. He is a gambler, and one is always reasonably certain that the gambler will be wanting money. Do you begin to understand me, or must I be more explicit?"
"Who are you?"
"Who I am is of no present consequence. But I know who and what you are. That is all-sufficient. If you behave yourself in the future, you will be allowed to continue in prosperity. But if you attempt to molest that girl again and I hear of it, there will be no more gold coming over the frontier from Jugendheit. Now, do you understand?"
"Yes." The colonel experienced a weakness in the knees.
"Go. But be advised and walk circumspectly." The speaker showed his back insolently, and reëntered the Black Eagle.
The colonel, pale and distrait, stared at the empty door; and he saw in his mind's eye a squad of soldiers, a wall, a single volley, and a dishonored roll of earth. Military informers were given short shrift. It was not a matter of tearing off orders and buttons; it was death. Who was this terrible old man, with the mind of a serpent and the strength of a bear? The colonel went to the barracks, but his usual debonair was missing.
"I am going into the garden, Gretchen. Bring me a stein of brown." The mountaineer smiled genially.
"But I am not working here any more," said Gretchen.
"No?"
"She has had a fortune left her," said Fräu Bauer.
"Well, well!" The mountaineer seemed vastly pleased. "And how much is this fortune?"