CHAPTER II.
THE INN KITCHEN.
"WHO was that stranger, Anderl?" said Father Joachim.
"A flat-faced Bavarian, I think, father," said the Sandwirth: "cunning as a fox! He took note of every word we said."
"You said nothing incautious, then, I hope?"
"Nothing whatever, father; we talked of shooting-matches and Sabbath-breaking."
"Good. Now then—here is a bag of money."
"For what, father?"
"For laying in stores of various sorts; which you, as an innkeeper, may do without suspicion. You may, perhaps, even contrive to conceal some ammunition."
"Doubtless, father; though this is not a particularly good hiding-place."
"You will be at some expense too about your shooting-matches."