I have great respect for you—on account of the boots.
HINZE (hangs a soldier's knapsack about his neck).
I am going now.
See, I have also made myself a bag with a drawing-string.
GOTTLIEB.
What's it all for?
HINZE.
Just let me alone! I want to be a hunter. Why, where is my cane?
GOTTLIEB.
Here.