"And all this time," she murmured, "the poor little girl waits!"
"What can one do?" I murmured dejectedly. She motioned me to draw a little nearer to her. "Herr Paul," she said, "I think that I could show you a way to make money, a large sum of money quickly, if you had courage!"
"Ah!"
I drew a little closer to her. She nodded again several times.
"You are not a fool, Herr Paul!" she remarked.
"I am not very clever," I answered sorrowfully; "but I do not think that
I am a fool!"
"You are a member of the No. 1 Branch of the Waiters' Union," she said slowly.
"There is no money in that," I answered. "They even want me to pay something for my own rifle!"
"And when the time comes," she said thoughtfully, "you will probably be shot!"
"At least," I said hopefully, "I will shoot a few English first. But it is true what you say, Madame."