Soused in the river and squalled like a cat.
Having drawn his young excellence up to the bank, it
Appear'd that himself was all dripping, I swear,
No wonder he soon became dry as a blanket,
Exposed as he was to the Count's son and heir.
"Dear sir," quoth the Count, "in reward of your valour,
To show that my gratitude is not mere talk,
You shall eat a beefsteak which my cook, Mrs. Haller,
Cut from the rump with her own knife and fork."
Behold, now the Count gave the Stranger a dinner,