Happily, the Americans undertook nothing of the kind. The young pair went silently on ahead, without exchanging even a word; but Mr. Atkins, giving the escort a side glance, said sarcastically:
"See here, Mr. Frederic, for good or ill we are now entirely in your hands."
Frederic with immense self-importance looked down upon the little man; now indeed he was lord and master, but his mood became somewhat more gentle as he saw that the haughty American so perfectly understood his position.
"My lieutenant has ordered it!" he said emphatically; "and where my lieutenant is concerned, nothing happens wrong."
"You take a burden from my heart," said Atkins mockingly. "I am infinitely obliged to you for the gratifying intelligence that we are neither to be thrown into a dungeon nor bound in chains; but my best Mr. Frederic, this metamorphose of your lieutenant borders on the fabulous. The professor has become a military hero from head to foot. His learned Eminence now understands, as it seems, excellently, how to command, and already in six weeks, has learned to throw out orders about posts, and arrangements and comrades, as if he had grown up in the field, instead of in the study. What has his Highness done then with his former timidity and absent-mindedness?"
"Left it in B.," returned Frederic dryly, "with his books!"
At this answer, Atkins gazed at Frederic in utter astonishment.-- "Has the fellow really become intelligent!" he muttered. "Nothing now can happen after this!"
The vaunted intelligence was soon enough to have a trial. Ten minutes later, Frederic appeared on the terrace, where, with the exception of the major, who at this moment was in the castle, the other officers were sitting together. He marched right up to the surgeon. "I come from Herr Lieutenant Fernow! He sends you three spies, and wishes you to consult further with the major."
"Are you mad?" cried the surgeon with a loud laugh. "What am I to do with the spies? Are they wounded?"
"No, they are all three sound and healthy."