'I know both parole and countersign.'
'What are they?' he asked, in a gentler tone.
'"Mathias" and "Vienna."'
'False, by St. Nicholas! Here is a spy!' exclaimed Schreckhorn, seizing me.
'These words were given to me by the Count in person.'
'Thou liest! The Count has not been seen among us to-day.'
'And the passwords——'
'Are "Gallas" and "Prague."'
'Then the villain has deceived me,' said I, as the petardiers laid hold of me; and just at that moment a soldier came running breathlessly towards us, crying, as the devil would have it—
'Hola, M. Schreckhorn! hola?