“Come, come; this will not pass. No tricks; you have been following me these twenty minutes.”
“The deuce I have!” exclaimed Maurice, bewildered. “To Bleiberg, is it?”
“And without loss of time. When we cross the Thalians I shall be perfectly willing to parley with you.”
“To Bleiberg, then,” said Maurice. “Since that is my destination, the devil I care how I get there.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you are going to Bleiberg?” surprise mingling with his impatience.
“No place else.”
“Are you a spy?” menacingly.
“No more than you.”
“But that uniform!”
“I fancy yours looks a good deal like it,” Maurice replied testily.