"Yes, my best beloved cousin, Iron Jaws it is; let me give you a good shake of the hand."
"Not too hard!" said Schwann, plaintively.
"You are not glad to see your old friend, then?"
"Not so; but you are so strong that you hurt people without knowing it. But where are all the rest of you?"
"Oh! they are coming on. I did not want to hurry Brelion and Bechette."
"What! Have you those two animals yet?"
"To be sure. Why not? They don't look their age."
"And your wife?"
Gudel, or Iron Jaws, as he was called, hesitated a moment.
"Things are going smoothly there, I hope," said the innkeeper, with a wink.