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DER NEUENHEIMER.
lautern in one hand and an enormous revolver in the other, grovelling on
the ground in a most extraordinary manner.
"Sherlock Holmes" volunteered X. However, on closer exam-
ination, this being proved to he onbj Fritz the gardener, who, seized
with a brilliant inspiration, was doing some detective (or rather
" defective " ) work on his own.
The three heroes gazed at him with interest for a few moments.
Suddenly they heard him murmur "Ah! " and give an ominous
click with the revolver.
This was too much for them; they
" Remembered the soldier's maxim, when retiring from the strife ;
Better be a coward for five minutes than a dead man all your life."
and promptly took to their heels.
On, on, they rushed when all at once X shouted " Stop ! Look over
there." His two companions halted and looked. Sure enough, that
must he the thief. At last they were going to meet the villain face to
face; at last vengeance would be theirs. "Let me at him" fairly
bellowed Z as onward the trio charged to exterminate the hoped-for
victim. Poor Y seems to have entirely lost his head during this midnight
charge, for both X and Z affirm that throughout they heard him
muttering some heathenish gibberish, and that now and then he would
utter words and sentences in some unknown tongue.
When they reached the object of their spirited attack, they fell upon
him with a will. Y laid about him, in approved heroic style, with his
chopper, while X and Z belaboured the brute with their hockey-sticks.
" This must be a very hardened villain indeed," thought X, perceiv-
ing that the blows which he rained upon him seemed to have no effect, so
he shouted " Have at him with your chopper, Y, and see if that'll move
the beggar."
Y laid on vigorously, when suddenly there fell upon their ears the
unrnistakeable sound of splintering wood. "Ugh!" said X, "why, its
only a couple of beastly tables. I think we'd better go home and get to
bed."
Closer investigation proved the truth of X's statement, so, in disgust,
our " noble band of 'eroes " silently wended their way homewards.
On their way they overtook Fritz who was also homeward bound and
who informed them that he, also, had begun to believe that discretion
was the better part of valour.
DER NEUENHEIMER.
lautern in one hand and an enormous revolver in the other, grovelling on
the ground in a most extraordinary manner.
"Sherlock Holmes" volunteered X. However, on closer exam-
ination, this being proved to he onbj Fritz the gardener, who, seized
with a brilliant inspiration, was doing some detective (or rather
" defective " ) work on his own.
The three heroes gazed at him with interest for a few moments.
Suddenly they heard him murmur "Ah! " and give an ominous
click with the revolver.
This was too much for them; they
" Remembered the soldier's maxim, when retiring from the strife ;
Better be a coward for five minutes than a dead man all your life."
and promptly took to their heels.
On, on, they rushed when all at once X shouted " Stop ! Look over
there." His two companions halted and looked. Sure enough, that
must he the thief. At last they were going to meet the villain face to
face; at last vengeance would be theirs. "Let me at him" fairly
bellowed Z as onward the trio charged to exterminate the hoped-for
victim. Poor Y seems to have entirely lost his head during this midnight
charge, for both X and Z affirm that throughout they heard him
muttering some heathenish gibberish, and that now and then he would
utter words and sentences in some unknown tongue.
When they reached the object of their spirited attack, they fell upon
him with a will. Y laid about him, in approved heroic style, with his
chopper, while X and Z belaboured the brute with their hockey-sticks.
" This must be a very hardened villain indeed," thought X, perceiv-
ing that the blows which he rained upon him seemed to have no effect, so
he shouted " Have at him with your chopper, Y, and see if that'll move
the beggar."
Y laid on vigorously, when suddenly there fell upon their ears the
unrnistakeable sound of splintering wood. "Ugh!" said X, "why, its
only a couple of beastly tables. I think we'd better go home and get to
bed."
Closer investigation proved the truth of X's statement, so, in disgust,
our " noble band of 'eroes " silently wended their way homewards.
On their way they overtook Fritz who was also homeward bound and
who informed them that he, also, had begun to believe that discretion
was the better part of valour.