“Why not?”
“Go, and try yourself.”
“And for what reason?”
“Impossible.”
“Impossible—why?”
“You shall know all about it. Yesterday, as if I had fallen in with them by chance, I followed them to the place where they stopped for the night. I spoke in German to the tall old man, accosting him, as is usual with wayfarers, ‘Good-day, and a pleasant journey, comrade!’ But, for an answer, he looked askant at me, and pointed with, the end of his stick to the other side of the road.”
“He is a Frenchman, and, perhaps, does not understand German.”
“He speaks it, at least as well as you; for at the inn I heard him ask the host for whatever he and the young girls wanted.”
“And did you not again attempt to engage him in conversation?”
“Once only; but I met with such a rough reception, that for fear of making mischief, I did not try again. Besides, between ourselves, I can tell you this man has a devilish ugly look; believe me, in spite of his gray moustache, he looks so vigorous and resolute, though with no more flesh on him than a carcass, that I don’t know whether he or my mate Giant Goliath, would have the best of it in a struggle. I know not your plans: only take care, master—take care!”