"Good luck to-day, I see."
"Oh, yes, I've had very good luck to-day; and will you oblige me by having one of those pheasants cooked for my supper, together with a stew in your best German style made of one of those hares?"
"Certainly, sir," replied the landlady, at the same time bustling away with the game.
"I am tired and hungry, so let me have the best you can do."
"With all my heart, sir."
"And, landlord, bring me a bottle of your choicest Johannisberg out here on the porch, where I can enjoy it in the shade."
The landlord hastened to comply.
"What an appetite it gives, and how generous a good day's sport makes a man," he mused. "A few such customers as this one is would make us rich, and enable us to pay off the thousand marks due on our place."
He set the delicious wine before him, and Barnwell drank a hearty draught.
"Ah! nowhere in the world can such wine be found as in Germany."