With this Blasi ran on.

Gertrude mounted wearily to her room as if her last day was come. She sat
down upon her bed, and when the morning light filled the room, still she
sat there listening in trembling anxiety, as she had listened through all
the long night; in vain. Dietrich had not come home in the night; he did
not come in the morning.




CHAPTER VIII.

EACH ONE ACCORDING TO HIS KIND.


In all Tannenegg and Fohrensee, nothing was talked of but the affair of
the night before. Never was such excitement known. In every house, at
every corner, in all the roads, groups of people stood talking it over;
each telling what he knew.

Everyone asked questions, and no one listened to the answers. Such a fight
at the Rehbock! It began over the card-table. The cattle-dealer from
Fohrensee was on his way home with his bag full of money, when he stopped
in at the Rehbock, and joined the game. When the dispute broke out, his
big fists took their share in the fray. Not until two of the party lay for
dead on the ground, did the brawling cease and the combatants begin to
cool. Then the cattle-dealer discovered that his bag full of gold was
gone, and raised a fearful alarm.