Pastor.
My dear Mr. von Harten, above all your heathenism watches our good old God, our Father, and therefore I fearlessly drink to your toast.
Brauer.
Well, well, I'll not be the only exception. [Drinks also. A glow much nearer, behind the trees. Louder yelling and laughter.] Well, what is it now?
Paul.
They are dangerously near the sheds now.
Brauer.
Didn't I tell you to take the proper precautions?
Paul.
I did. They had only three tar-barrels early this evening. Where they got the fourth from, I don't know.