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"Once more, accursed Englishman will you open the door?"
"No."
A torrent of savage oaths--then a pause.
"Force us to break it open, and it will be the worse for you!"
"Try."
All this time I had been wrenching out the hooks from the dresser, and the nails, wherever I could find any, from the walls. Already I had enough to reload the blunderbuss three times, with my three charges of powder. If only Bergheim were himself now!...
I still heard the murmuring of the brothers' voices outside--then the sound of their retreating footsteps--then an outburst of barking and yelping at the back, which showed they had let loose the dogs. Then all was silent.
Where were they gone? How would they begin the attack? In what way would it all end? I glanced at my watch. It was just twenty minutes past one.
In two hours and at half, or three hours, it would be dawn. Three hours!
Great Heavens! what an eternity!
I looked round to see if there was anything I could still do for defence; but it seemed to me that I had already done what little it was possible to do with the material at hand. I could only wait.
All at once I heard their footsteps in the house again. They were going rapidly to and fro overhead; then up and down the stairs; then overhead again; and presently I heard a couple of bolts shot, and apparently a heavy wooden bar put up, on the other side of the inner kitchen-door which I had just been at so much pains to barricade. This done, they seemed to go away. A distant door banged heavily; and again there was silence.
Five minutes, ten minutes, went by. Bergheim still slept heavily; but his breathing, I fancied, was less stertorous, and his countenance less rigid, than when I first discovered his condition. I had no water with which to bathe his head; but I rubbed his forehead and the palms of his hands with beer, and did what I could to keep his body upright.
Then I heard the enemy coming back to the front, slowly, and with heavy footfalls. They paused for a moment at the front door, seemed to set something down, and then retreated quickly. After an interval of about three minutes, they returned in the same way; stopped at the same place; and hurried off as before. This they did several times in succession.
Listening with suspended breath and my ear against the keyhole, I distinctly heard them deposit some kind of burden each time--evidently a weighty burden, from the way in which they carried it; and yet, strange to say, one that, despite its weight, made scarcely any noise in the setting down.
Just at this moment, when all my senses were concentrated in the one act of listening, Bergheim stirred for the first time, and began muttering.
"The man!" he said, in a low, suppressed tone. "The man under the hearth!"
I flew to him at the first sound of his voice. He was recovering. Heaven be thanked, he was recovering! In a few minutes we should be two--two against two--right and might on our side--both ready for the defence of our lives!
"One man under the hearth," he went on, in the same unnatural tone.
"Four men at the bottom of the pond--all murdered--foully murdered!"
I had scarcely heeded his first words; but now, as their sense broke upon me, that great rush of exultation and thankfulness was suddenly arrested. My heart stood still; I trembled; I turned cold with horror.
Then the veins swelled on his forehead; his face became purple; and he struck out blindly, as one oppressed with some horrible nightmare.
"Blood!" he gasped. "Everywhere blood--don't touch it. G.o.d's vengeance--help!"...
And so, struggling violently in my arms, he opened his eyes, stared wildly round, and made an effort to get upon his feet.
"What is the matter?" he said, sinking back again, and trembling from head to foot. "Was I asleep?"
I rubbed his hands and forehead again with beer. I tasted it, and finding no ill flavour upon it, put a tiny drop to his lips.
"You are all right now," I said. "You were very tired, and you fell asleep after supper. Don't you remember?"
He put his hand to his head. "Ah, yes," he said, "I remember. I have been dreaming"....
He looked round the room in a bewildered way; then, struck all at once by the strange disorder of the furniture, asked what was the matter.
I told him in the least alarming way, and with the fewest words I could muster, but before I could get to the end of my explanation he was up, ready for resistance, and apparently himself again.
"Where are they?" he said. "What are they doing now? Outside, do you say? Why, good heavens! man, they're blocking us in. Listen!--don't you hear?--it is the rustling of straw. Bring the blunderbuss! quick!--to the window.... G.o.d grant we may not be too late!"
We both rushed to the window; Bergheim to undo the shutter, and I to shoot down the first man in sight.
"Look there!" he said, and pointed to the door.
A thin stream of smoke was oozing under the threshold and stealing upward in a filmy cloud that already dimmed the atmosphere of the room.
"They are going to burn us out!" I exclaimed.
"No, they are going to burn us alive," replied Bergheim, between his clenched teeth. "We know too much, and they are determined to silence us at all costs, though they burn the house down over our heads. Now hold your breath, for I am going to open the window, and the smoke will rush in like a torrent."
He opened it, but very little came in--for this reason, that the outside was densely blocked with straw, which had not yet ignited.
In a moment we had dragged the table under the window--put our weapons aside ready for use--and set to work to cut our way out.
Bergheim, standing on the table, wrenched away the straw in great armfuls. I caught it, and hurled it into the middle of the room. We laboured at the work like giants. In a few moments the pile had mounted to the height of the table. Then Bergheim cried out that the straw under his hands was taking fire, and that he dared throw it back into the room no longer!
I sprang to his aid with the two hatchets. I gave him one--I fell to work with the other. The smoke and flame rushed in our faces, as we hewed down the burning straw.
Meanwhile, the room behind us was full of smoke, and above the noise of our own frantic labour we heard a mighty crackling and hissing, as of a great conflagration.
"Take the blunderbuss--quick!" cried Bergheim, hoa.r.s.ely. "There is nothing but smoke outside now, and burning straw below. Follow me! Jump as far out as you can, and shoot the first you see!"
And with this, he leaped out into the smoke, and was gone!
I only waited to grope out the blunderbuss; then, holding it high above my head, I shut my eyes and sprang after him, clearing the worst of the fire, and falling on my hands and knees among a heap of smouldering straw and ashes beyond. At the same instant that I touched the ground, I heard the sharp crack of a rifle, and saw two figures rush past me.
To dash out in pursuit without casting one backward glance at the burning house behind me--to see a tall figure vanis.h.i.+ng among the trees, and two others in full chase--to cover the foremost of these two and bring him down as one would bring down a wolf in the open, was for me but the work of a second.
I saw him fall. I saw the other hesitate, look back, throw up his hands with a wild gesture, and fly towards the hills.
The rest of my story is soon told. The one I had shot was Friedrich, the younger brother. He died in about half an hour, and never spoke again.
The elder escaped into the forest, and there succeeded in hiding himself for several weeks among the charcoal-burners. Being hunted down, however, at last, he was tried at Heilbronn, and there executed.
The pair, it seemed, were practised murderers. The pond, when dragged, was found to contain four of their victims; and when the crumbling ruins of the homestead were cleared for the purpose, the mortal remains of a fifth were discovered under the hearth, in that kitchen which had so nearly proved our grave. A store of money, clothes, and two or three watches, was also found secreted in a granary near the house; and these things served to identify three out of the five corpses thus providentially brought to light.
My friend, Gustav Bergheim (now the friend of seventeen years) is well and prosperous; married to his "Madchen;" and the happy father of a numerous family. He often tells the tale of our terrible night on the borders of the Black Forest, and avers that in that awful dream in which his senses came back to him, he distinctly saw, as in a vision, the mouldering form beneath the hearth, and the others under the sluggish waters of the pond.