Emil Muller raised the glass to his lips, remarking with great emphasis:
“Shake-a-sbeare vonct saidt, ‘Dere iss odders!’”
But before he could partake of the cooling drink all of a sudden the Red Spirit with the bow and quiver of arrows he had taken surreptitiously from Prince Florimel flew through the window into the room, shattering the glass all to pieces, and lit right at Dragonfel’s feet.
“Be not deceived, kind master!” he cried, in great excitement. “They are the Brownies!”
CHAPTER XVI
THE EARTHQUAKE
AND VOLCANO
The big glass with not so much as a single drop tasted by Emil Muller’s lips fell from his hand with a loud crash, and its contents flowed like an amber-colored river along the floor.