She was too tired and hungry to make further deductions.
She was regarded with kindly eyes till the dark jaws of the Krumerweg swallowed up both her and her geese.
"Poor little goose-girl!" he thought.

"If she but knew, she could make a bonfire of a thousand hearts.

A fine day!" He eyed again the battered sign.

It was then that he discerned another, leaning from the ledge of the first story of the house adjoining the tavern.

It was the tarnished shield of the United States.
"What a penurious government it must be! Two weeks, tramping about the country in this unholy garb, following false trails half the time, living on crusts and cold meats.