that that old spectre does not perchance tumble from the box;—Adieu, reverend priest!"—The coach drove down the street and out through the gate.
The high road was filled with soldiers and militia, the coach was forced to stop in many places to let the troops go by. At length, when they had taken another road towards the mountains, the journey could be continued without interruption. The doctor was very uneasy, and looked round on all sides, muttered to himself, and was alternately moved and vexed. At last, when the country became rather solitary, he ordered the carriage to stop, descended and assisted. the wounded Conrad, as he had called him in the town, himself, from the coach box. "My poor, old friend!" exclaimed he embracing him with the greatest emotion: "How fares it with you? do you feel fatigued" come now inside here with me, and pardon all that I have been forced to do for your safety."
"I am tolerably well, my kind, faithful
