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“It is long past midnight,” said the student, when the young goldsmith had concluded his story; “there cannot well be any further danger, and I, for my part, am so sleepy that I would advise that we all lay down and go to sleep with a sense of perfect security.”

“I should not feel safe before two o’clock in the morning,” said the huntsman; “the proverb says, from eleven till two is the thief’s hour.”

“I am of the same opinion,” observed the compass-maker; “for if they mean us any harm, there is certainly no time so well adapted to their purpose as the small hours. Therefore, I think it would be well if the student were to continue his story, which he did not finish.”

“I will not refuse your request,” responded the student, “although our neighbor, the huntsman, did not hear the beginning of it.”

“I will try to imagine it, only go on,” replied the huntsman.

“Well then,”–the student had just begun, when they were interrupted by the barking of a dog. All held their breaths and listened. At the same instant one of the servants rushed in from the countess’s room, and announced that from ten to twelve armed men were approaching the inn.

The huntsman seized his rifle, the student his pistol, the journeymen their canes, while the wagoner drew a large knife from his pocket. Thus they stood staring at one another helplessly.

“Let us station ourselves at the head of the stairs!” cried the student. “Two or three of these villains shall meet their death before we are overpowered.” So saying he gave the compass-maker his other pistol, with the understanding that they should fire one after the other. They took their places on the stairs–the student and the huntsman first, and near them the courageous compass-maker, who kept his pistol pointed down the centre of the stair-way. The goldsmith and the wagoner stood behind them, ready to do their best if it should come to a hand-to-hand fight.

They had stood thus but a few moments, when the house-door opened, and they heard several voices whispering.

Now they heard the steps of many men nearing the stair-way. The steps came up the stairs, and when about half way up three men were made out, who were evidently not prepared for the reception that awaited them. As they turned round the pillar that supported the flooring above, the huntsman called out: “Halt! One step further, and you are dead men. Cock your guns, friends, and take good aim!”

The robbers shrank back; returned hastily to their companions below, and conferred with them. After a while one of them came back and said: “Gentlemen, it would be folly in you to sacrifice your lives for nothing; for there are enough of us to completely destroy you; but return to your rooms and not one of you shall be harmed in the least, nor will we take a farthing from you.”

“What is your purpose, then?” demanded the student. “Do you think we will trust such villains as you? No indeed! If you have any business with us, come on, in God’s name; but the first one who ventures up here I will brand on the forehead so that he will never suffer from headache again!”

“Surrender the lady to us then,” answered the robber. “She shall not suffer harm; we will merely conduct her to a safe place, where she can remain in comfort, while her servants return to the count and inform him that he can ransom her for twenty thousand guldens!”

“Shall we listen to such propositions?” exclaimed the huntsman, furious with rage as he cocked his gun. “I will count three, and if you are not off before I say three, I will pull the trigger! One, two–“

“Hold!” shouted the robber in a tone of command. “Is it customary to shoot at an unarmed man, who is holding a friendly parley with you? Foolish fellow, you might shoot me dead, and after all not perform a very heroic deed; but here stand twenty of my comrades who would avenge me. How would it benefit your lady countess if you lay dead or stunned on the floor? Believe me, if she will go with us without offering resistance she shall be treated with every consideration, but if you don’t put down your gun before I have counted three, it shall fare hard with her. Put down your gun!–One, two, three!”