But what of the Count? They had all been so eager to compliment Will on his good fortune, that no one had noticed the Graf’s uneasy loitering about the fatal spot where his murdered victim lay. Presently up came the boy. "Hermann Löwe, the Herr Graf wants to see you. He has shot a little fawn; but he won’t let me bring it." Hermann rose up, with a flush of vexation over his face. He did not look at his companions, but he knew that they were smiling. "Young idiot!" he said, when they were out of earshot, "why didst thou come and say so before all the people?" "The Herr Graf——" "Der Teufel! Hast thou no head on thy shoulders?" The Count was mortally frightened to meet Hermann. He did not know in what manner to conduct himself: whether he should carelessly joke away the matter, or overawe his forester by the grandeur of his demeanour. "I see," said Hermann, when he came up; "the Herr Graf will not believe me that there is always time to look—that when there is no time to look, one need not waste powder." "Bah! stuff! nonsense! I tell you, when they are running like infernal hares, how am I to look at their size to a nicety?" "The fawns don’t run so quickly," said Hermann, respectfully, but firmly. "Hermann Löwe," said the Count, hotly, "I suppose you’re my servant?" "I have that honour, Herr Graf." "Then you’ll please to shut up, that’s all, and get that wretched little animal out of the road. Not run quickly! D—n his impudence! I’ll have to teach these German thieves some better manners." With which, and many more muttered grumblings, the Count walked off, leaving Hermann to cover up the dead body of the fawn, and mark the place, so that it could be afterwards taken away and securely buried. When the Count came up to the rest of the party, he was smiling urbanely. "Stolen a march upon me, eh?" he said to Will. "On my own ground, too. ’Gad, I’ll show you something before we’ve done. I hadn’t the ghost of a chance either time I shot; and it was lucky I missed the second time, because I saw immediately afterwards that it was a doe." "She had a fawn with her, hadn’t she?" said Will. "Yes," replied the Count, with a sharp glance all round the circle of faces. Hermann now came up, and chose two of the strongest lads to carry home the two deer. Each lad had one of the animals slung round his shoulders, while he grasped two of its thin legs in either hand, and allowed the neck, head, and horns of the buck to hang down in a picturesque fashion behind him. Will went privately up to one of the boys: "You know Grete Halm?" "Yes." "When you go down to the village, tell Grete to ask the English lady to come back with you; because, if she remains till midday, we may be gone too far from Schönstein. You understand?" "Yes." "And you may go up to the Herr Graf’s house, and tell any one you may see to send up luncheon an hour earlier than was arranged. You understand?" "Ja, Herr."