"Then chain him up again! Send Johann here." (Johann is Harry's special servant.)
"Johann is not at home. The Herr Baron does not know what he orders. The dog rushes at everything in its path, and tears and bites it. No one dares to go near him, not even the butcher. He must be killed."
"What, you coward!" Harry shouts; "my dog killed because of a little epilepsy, or whatever it is that ails him!" Meanwhile, Harry notices that his brother, who had vanished into the next room for a moment, is now attempting with a very resolute air to go out through the door leading into the hall. Harry seizes him by the shoulder and stops him: "Where are you going?"
Vips is mute.
"What have you in your hand?"
It is Harry's revolver.
"Is it loaded?" he asks, sternly.
"Yes," Vips replies, scarce audibly.
"Put it down there on the piano!" Harry orders, harshly. The poor boy obeys sadly, and then throws his arms around his brother.
"But you will stay here, Harry? dear Harry, you will not go near the dog?"