'Sir Max is quite well.' I'm blest if he doesn't look it.

Was he ever ill ?" After five or six days we allowed ourselves to fall into a state of unwatchfulness.

One warm evening we dismissed our squires for an hour's recreation.

The Cologne River flows by the north side of the inn garden, and, the spot being secluded, Max and I, after dark, cooled ourselves by a plunge in the water.

We had come from the water and finished dressing, save for our doublets, which lay upon the sod, when two men approached whom we thought to be our squires.