"Here"s a salute to you, Captain," cried Kurzbold. "I drink wine with you."
"Not till we return from a successful expedition," said Roland.
"Oh, nonsense!" hiccoughed Kurzbold. "Don"t think that your office places you so high above us that it is _infra dig_. to drink with your comrades."
To this diatribe Roland made no reply, and the sixteen, seeing the att.i.tude of their leader, hesitated to raise flagon to lip. The diplomatic Ebearhard seized a measure of wine and approached Roland.
"Drink with us, Commander," he said aloud; and then in a whisper, "Greusel and I think you should."
"Thank you, comrade," said Roland, taking the flagon from him. "And now, brethren, I give you a toast."
"Good, good, good!" cried Kurzbold, with drunken hilarity. "Here"s to the success of the expedition. That"s the toast, I make no doubt, eh, Captain?"
"The sentiment is included in the toast I shall offer you. Drink to the health of Joseph Greusel, whom I have this morning appointed my lieutenant. If we all conduct ourselves as honorably and capably as he, our project is bound to prosper."
Greusel, who was seated at a table, allowed his head to sink into his hands. Here was his advice scouted, and a direct challenge flung in the face of the company. He believed now that, after all, Roland had resolved to return to Frankfort, money or no money. If he intended to proceed to the Rhine, then even worse might happen, for it was plain he was bent on rule or ruin. Instantly the challenge was accepted. Kurzbold stood up, swaying uncertainly, compelled to maintain his upright position by grasping the top of the table at which he had been seated.
"Stop there, stop there!" he cried. "No man drinks to that toast just yet. Patience, patience! all things in their order. If we claim the power to elect our captain, by the c.o.c.k-crowned Cross of the old bridge we have a right to name the lieutenant! This is a question for the companionship to decide, and a usurpation on the part of Roland."
"Sit down, you fool!" shouted Ebearhard savagely. "You"re drunk. The Captain couldn"t have made a better selection. What say you, comrades?"
A universal shout of "Aye!" greeted the question, and even Kurzbold"s three comrades joined in it.
"And now, gentlemen, no more talk. Here"s to the health of the new lieutenant, Joseph Greusel."
The toast was drunk enthusiastically, all standing, with the exception of Kurzbold, who came down in his seat with a thud.
"All right!" he cried, waving his hand. "All right; all right! That"s what I said. Greusel"s good man, and now he"s elected by the companionship, he"s all right. I drink to him. Drink to anybody, I will!"
In groping round for the flagon, he upset it, and then roared loudly for the landlord to supply him again.
"Now, comrades," said Roland sharply, "fall in! We"ve a long march ahead of us. Come, Greusel, we must lead the van, for I wish to instruct you in your duties."
It was rather a straggling procession that set out from Hochst.
"Perhaps," began Roland, as he strode along beside Greusel, "I should make some excuse for not following the advice you so strenuously urged upon me this morning regarding the appointment of a lieutenant. The truth is I wished to teach you a lesson, and could not resist the temptation of proving that a crisis firmly and promptly met disappears, whereas if you compromise with it there is a danger of being overwhelmed."
"I admit. Commander, that you were successful just now, and the reason is that most of our brigade are sane and sober this morning. But wait until to-night, when the wine pa.s.ses round several times, and if you try conclusions with them then you are likely to fail."
"But the wine won"t pa.s.s round to-night."
"How can you prevent it?"
"Wait, and you will see," said Roland, with a laugh.
By this time they arrived at a fork in the road, one section going southwest and the other straight west. The left branch was infinitely the better thoroughfare, for the most part following the Main until it reached the Rhine. Roland, however, chose the right-hand road.
"I thought you were going along by the river," said his lieutenant.
"I have changed my mind," replied Roland, without further explanation.
At first Kurzbold determined to set the pace. He would show the company he was not drunk, and tax them to follow him, but, his stout legs proving unable to carry out this excellent resolution, he gradually fell to the rear. As the sun rose higher, and grew hotter, the pace began to tell on him, and he accepted without protest the support of two comrades who had been drinking with him at Hochst. He retrograded into a condition of pessimistic dejection as the enthusiasm of the wine evaporated. A little later he wished to lie down by the roadside and allow a cruel and unappreciative world to pa.s.s on its own way, but his comrades encouraged him to further efforts, and in some manner they succeeded in dragging him along at the tail of the procession.
As they approached the village of Zeilsheim, Roland requested his lieutenant to inform the marchers that there would be no halt until _mittagessen_.
Zeilsheim is rather more than a league from Hochst, and Kurzbold allowed himself to wake up sufficiently to maintain that the distance earned another drink, but his supporters dragged him on with difficulty past those houses which displayed a bush over the door. At the larger town of Hofheim, five leagues from Frankfort, the same command was pa.s.sed down the ranks, and at this there was some grumbling, for the day had become very hot, and the way was exceedingly trying, up hill and down dale.
Well set up as these city lads were, walking had never been their accustomed exercise. The interesting Taunus mountains, which to-day const.i.tute an exercise ground full of delights to the pedestrian, forming, as they do, practically a suburb of Frankfort, were at that time an unexplored wilderness, whose forests were infested by roving brigands, where no man ventured except at the risk of an untimely grave.
The mediaeval townsman rarely trusted himself very far outside the city gates, and our enterprising marauders, whom to outward view seemed stalwart enough to stand great fatigue, proved so soft under the hot sun along the shadeless road that by the time they reached Breckenheim, barely six leagues from Frankfort, there was a mopping of brows and a general feeling that the limit of endurance had been reached.
At Breckenheim Roland called a halt for midday refreshment, and he was compelled to wait nearly half an hour until the last straggler of his woebegone crew limped from the road on to the greensward in front of the _Weinstaube_ which had been selected for a feeding-place. Black bread and a coa.r.s.e kind of country cheese were the only provisions obtainable, but of these eatables there was an ample supply, and, better than all to the jaded wayfarers, wine in abundance, of good quality, too, for Breckenheim stands little more than a league to the north of the celebrated Hochheim.
The wanderers came in by ones and twos, and sank down upon the benches before the tavern, or sprawled at full length on the short gra.s.s, where Kurzbold and his three friends dropped promptly off into sleep. A more dejected and amenable gang even Roland could not have wished to command.
Every ounce of fight, or even discussion, was gone from them. They cared not where they were, or what any one said to them. Their sole desire was to be let alone, and they took not the slightest interest even in the preparing of their frugal meal. A mug of wine served to each mitigated the general depression, although Kurzbold showed how far gone he was by swearing dismally when roused even to drink the wine. He said he was resolved to lead a temperate life in future, but nevertheless managed to dispose of his allowance in one long, parched draught.
Greusel approached his chief.
"There will be some difficulty," he said, "when this meal has to be paid for. I find that the men are all practically penniless."
"Tell them they need antic.i.p.ate no trouble about that," replied Roland.
"I have settled the bill, and will see that they do not starve or die of thirst before we reach the Rhine."
"It is proposed," continued Greusel, "that each man should give all the money he possesses into a general fund to be dealt with by a committee the men will appoint. What do you say to this?"
"There is nothing to say. I notice that the proposal was not made until the proposers" pouches were empty."
"They know that some of us have money," Greusel went on, "myself, for instance, and they wish us to share as good comrades should--at least, that is their phrase."
"An admirable phrase, yet I don"t agree with it. How much money have you, Greusel?"
"The thirty thalers are practically intact, and Ebearhard has about the same."
"Well, fifty thalers lie safe in my pouch, but not a coin goes into the treasury of any committee the men may appoint. If they choose a committee, let them finance it themselves."
"There will be some dissatisfaction at that decision, Commander."
"I dare say. Still, as you know, I am always ready to do anything conducive to good feeling, so you may inform them that you and Ebearhard and myself, that is, three of us, will contribute to the committee"s funds an amount equal to that subscribed by the other eighteen. Such lavishness on our part ought to satisfy them."
"It won"t, Commander, because there"s not a single kreuzer among the eighteen."
"So be it. That"s as far as I am willing to go. Appeal to their reasoning powers, Greusel. If each of the eighteen contributes one thaler, we three will contribute six thalers apiece. Ask them whether they do not think we are generous when we do six times more than any one of them towards providing capital for a committee."
""Tis not willingness they lack, Commander, but ability."
"They are not logical, Joseph. They prate of comradeship, and when it comes to an exercise of power they demand equality. How, then, can they, with any sense of fairness, prove ungrateful to us when we offer to bear six times the burden they are asked to shoulder?"
The lieutenant said no more, but departed to announce the decision to the men, and either the commander"s reasoning overcame all opposition, or else the company was too tired to engage in a controversy.