"Can you wait for me here three days with my uniform, my rifle, and my pistols? I will give you twenty florins."
"Yes; but if at the end of three days you do not come back?"
"The rifle, the pistols, and the uniform will be yours."
"I will wait here eight days. Gentlemen must have time to settle their affairs."
"You are a good fellow. What is your name?"
"Fritz."
"Very well, Fritz, goodbye!"
In a few moments Benedict had put on the coat and trousers and covered his head with the boatman's cap. He walked a few steps and then stopped suddenly:
"By the way, where will you stay at Dettingen?" he asked.
"A boatman is like a snail, he carries his house on his back. You will find me in my boat."