"I am soon back, Karl, and am glad that it is so for, frankly, I too am tired; and it is not a night for a dog to be out. I will go in with you."
"Stay, landlord," the sergeant said. "Give the boys another glass, each, before they go off."
"Thank you," Ralph said. "A glass of good beer never comes amiss."
The boys stopped, while the landlord filled their glasses.
"Now," said the sergeant, raising his arm. "Here's a health, to King William."
"Here's a health, to King William," Ralph repeated. "I am sure I wish him no harm.
"And now, with your permission, I will be off."
The landlord led them to an outhouse, in which were some trusses of straw. Just as he was about to leave them, Ralph said, suddenly:
"Ah! I had nearly forgotten about the priest. You have a priest here, have you not?"
"Of course," the landlord said. "Do you take us for heathens?"