Part 27 (2/2)
”But we are at Wiesbaden. Good morning.”
”Good morning. I hope your uncle's tooth will be better, ere long.”
”I hope so, indeed, for all our sakes,” Ralph said. ”He is as bad as Klopstock, at present.”
So saying, they got out of the train and walked into the town. When they had separated from the crowd, Percy could restrain himself no longer, and went off into a scream of laughter.
”What is it, Mister Percy?” Tim asked, opening his lips for the first time since they had left the house.
”Oh, Tim, if you had but heard!” Percy said, when he recovered his voice. ”Do you know you are as bad tempered as Klopstock, the carpenter?”
”Sure, I never heard tell of him, Mister Percy; and if I have been bad tempered, I haven't said much about it; and if the carpenter had a wad of cotton as big as a cricket ball in one cheek, as I have, it's small blame to him if he was out of temper.”
Both the boys laughed, this time; and then Ralph explained the whole matter to Tim, who laughed more heartily than either of them.
”Which way shall we go, Ralph?”
”I looked at the map, the last thing before starting, Percy; and I noticed that the road went out past the gambling place. I dare not take out the map again, to look at the plan of the town--it would look too suspicious--so let us wander about, till we find the place. It has large grounds, so we cannot miss it.”
They were not long in finding the place they were looking for.
There was no mistaking it; with its long arcades leading up to the handsome conversation rooms, its piece of water, and its beautifully laid-out grounds.
”I should like to go in, and have a look at it,” Percy said. ”I can hear the band playing, now.”
”So should I,” Ralph said, ”but time is too precious. They will find out at the muster, this afternoon, that we are missing and, as we answered this morning, they will know that we cannot have got far. We had better put as many miles between us as we can.
”First of all, though, let us put those papers Christine got us into the envelope, and drop them into that post box. We should not do badly, either, to buy three dark-colored blankets before we start. It is terribly cold; and we shall want them, at night.”
They therefore turned up into the town again; and then Ralph separated from the others, and went in and bought the blankets. Ten minutes later they were walking along, at a steady pace, from the town. Each carried a stick. The boys carried theirs upon their shoulder; with a bundle, containing a change of clothes and other articles, slung upon it. Tim carried his bundle in one hand, and walked using his stick in the other. When a short distance out of the town, they stopped in a retired place; and put some strips of plaster upon Tim's cheeks, and wrapped up his face with a white bandage. It was, as he said, ”mighty uncomfortable,” but as he was now able to dispense with the ball of cotton in his mouth, he did not so much mind it.
The day was bitterly cold, for it was now the beginning of the second week of November; but the party strode on, full of the consciousness of freedom. They met but few people, upon their way; and merely exchanged a brief good day with those they did meet.
They had brought some bread and cold meat with them, from Mayence; and therefore had no need to go into any shops, at the villages they pa.s.sed.
They did not dare to sleep in a house, as it was certain that some official would inquire for their papers; and therefore, when it became dark, they turned off from the road and made for a wood, at a short distance from it. Here they ate their supper, laid a blanket on the ground, put the bundles down for pillows, and lay down close together, putting the other two blankets over them.
”It's mighty cold,” Tim said, ”but we might be worse.”
”It's better than a prison in Pomerania, by a long way,” Ralph answered. ”By the look of the sky, and the dropping of the wind, I think we shall have snow before morning.”
At daybreak, next morning, they were up; but it was some little time before they could start, so stiffened were their limbs with the cold. Ralph's prognostication as to the weather had turned out right, and a white coating of snow lay over the country. They now set off and walked, for an hour, when they arrived at a large village. Here it was agreed they should go in, and buy something to eat. They entered the ale house, and called for bread, cheese, and beer.
The landlord brought it and, as they expected, entered into conversation with them. After the first remarks--on the sharpness of the weather--Ralph produced a tin of portable soup, and asked the landlord if he would have it heated, for their uncle.
”He cannot, as you see, eat solid food,” Ralph said; ”He had his jaw broken by a sh.e.l.l, at Woerth.”
”Poor fellow!” the landlord said, hastening away with the soup.
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