For form's sake I shall send my condolences to your
family."
"It is a useful hint," said Ulrich fiercely. "My men had orders to
follow in ten minutes time, seven of which must have gone by already, and
when they get me out--I will remember the hint. Only as you will have
met your death poaching on my lands I don't think I can decently send any
message of condolence to your family."
"Good," snarled Georg, "good. We fight this quarrel out to the death,
you and I and our foresters, with no cursed interlopers to come between
us. Death and damnation to you, Ulrich von Gradwitz."
"The same to you, Georg Znaeym, forest-thief, game-snatcher."
Both men spoke with the bitterness of possible defeat before them, for
each knew that it might be long before his men would seek him out or find
him; it was a bare matter of chance which party would arrive first on the
scene.
Both had now given up the useless struggle to free themselves from the
mass of wood that held them down; Ulrich limited his endeavours to an
effort to bring his one partially free arm near enough to his outer coat-
pocket to draw out his wine-flask. Even when he had accomplished that
operation it was long before he could manage the unscrewing of the
stopper or get any of the liquid down his throat.
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