Mine host raised his blunderbuss, the girl screamed, and Jacob, more nimble than usual, rolled quickly from the robber's back.
"Don't fire," cried Peter, "he is tied, hand and foot. Let's roll him over and see what he looks like."
Carl stepped briskly forward, with a bluster, "Yes. We'll turn him over in a way he won't like. Lucky we've caught him!"
"Ha! ha!" laughed Ludwig. "Where were you, Master Carl?"
"Where was I?" retorted Carl angrily. "Why, I went to give the alarm, to be sure!"
All the boys exchanged glances, but they were too happy and elated to say anything ill-natured. Carl certainly was bold enough now. He took the lead while three others aided him in turning the helpless man.
While the robber lay faceup, scowling and muttering, Ludwig took the candlestick from the girl's hand.
"I must have a good look at the beauty," he said, drawing closer, but the words were no sooner spoken than he turned pale and started so violently that he almost dropped the candle.