I labored in vain to untie the rope that was wound around his body.

"I cannot help you," Kinkel whispered, "for the rope has fearfully

lacerated both my hands." I pulled out my dirk, and with great effort

I succeeded in cutting the rope, the long end of which, as soon as it

was free, was quickly pulled up. While I threw a cloak around Kinkel's

shoulders and helped him get into the rubber shoes, he looked

anxiously around. Hensel's carriage had turned and was coming slowly

back.

"What carriage is that?" Kinkel asked.

"Our carriage."

Dark figures showed themselves at the street corners and approached

us.

"For heaven's sake, what people are those?"

"Our friends."

At a little distance we heard male voices sing, "Here we sit gayly

together."

"What is that?" asked Kinkel, while we hurried through a side street

toward Kruger's hotel.

"Your jailers around a bowl of punch."

"Capital!" said Kinkel. We entered the hotel through a back door and

soon found ourselves in a room in which Kinkel was to put on the

clothes that we had bought for him--a black cloth suit, a big

bear-skin overcoat, and a cap like those worn by Prussian forest

officers. From a room near by sounded the voices of the revelers.

Kruger, who had stood a few minutes looking on while Kinkel was

exchanging his convict's garb for an honest man's dress, suddenly went

out with a peculiarly sly smile. When he returned carrying a few

filled glasses, he said, "Herr Professor, in a room near by some of

your jailers are sitting around a bowl of punch. I have just asked

them whether they would not permit me to take some for a few friends

of mine who have just arrived. They had no objection. Now, Herr

Professor, let us drink your health first out of the bowl of your

jailers." We found it difficult not to break out in loud laughter.

Kinkel was now in his citizen's clothes, and his lacerated hands were

washed and bandaged with handkerchiefs. He thanked his faithful

friends with a few words which brought tears to their eyes. Then we

jumped into Hensel's vehicle. The penitentiary officers were still

singing and laughing around their punch bowl.

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