dripped from his face. But his opponent was quieter still. At last he
managed to gather his legs beneath him, to kneel up, to stand shakily
upon his feet. He could no longer mistake the position of the door; he
tottered across to it, removed the chair, and opened it.

The landlord with a couple of servants stepped back as Wogan showed
himself to the light of their candles. Wogan heard their exclamations,
though he did not clearly understand them, for his ears still buzzed. He
saw their startled faces, but only dimly, for he was dazzled by the
light. He came back into the room, and pointing to his assailant,--a
sturdy, broad man, who now sat up opening and shutting his eyes in a
dazed way,--"Who is that?" he asked, gasping rather than speaking the
words.

"Who is that?" repeated the landlord, staring at Wogan.

"Who is that?" said Wogan, leaning against the bed-post.

"Why, sir, your servant. Who should he be?"

Wogan was silent for a little, considering as well as his rambling wits
allowed this new development.

"Ah!" said Wogan, "he came here with me?" "Yes, since he is your
servant."

The landlord was evidently mystified; he was no less evidently speaking
with sincerity. Wogan reflected that to proffer a charge against the
assailant would involve his own detention in Ulm.