"Directly!" cried Fritz, but raced out of the other gate, and Axel
after him.
"What the devil is this?" inquired Bräsig, and had scarcely time to
express his astonishment, when Fritz and Bill and Axel came in again,
at the water-gate, and raced again across the yard: "Triddelsitz!"
"Directly!"
"Herr, are you crazy?" cried Bräsig, as Fritz rode past the farm-house,
but Fritz gave no reply, and sat, all bent up, on his horse, laughing,
amid the distress and sorrow around him, and would have greeted the
gracious lady, but merely took off his cap, for the young Frau was
asking anxiously, "Axel, Axel, what is this?" but got no answer, for
Axel was very busy. And, all at once, Bill took the hurdle, before the
sheepfold, and Fritz shot off headforemost, into a heap of straw, and
Axel turned his horse, and called again, "Triddelsitz!" "Directly, Herr
von Rambow," said Fritz, out of the straw-heap.
"What devil rides you?" cried Axel.
"He didn't ride me," said Fritz, as he stood--thank God!--on his own
feet again, "I rode him; I believe Bill took a leap with me."
"He was trained for that," said Krischan Däsel, who came running out of
the stable; "you see, gracious Herr, the Herr Count used to ride Bill
to steeple-chases, and when he takes the notion he runs until he comes
to some sort of hedge or gate, and then he springs over, and whenever
he has done that trick, he stands like a lamb. You see, there he
stands."
"Axel," said the young Frau, coming up, "what does all this mean?"
"Nothing, my child, I had given an order to the steward, and, when he
had ridden off, something better occurred to me, and I wished to recall
my order, and so followed him; his horse took a leap with him, and I
rode back again."
"Thank God," said she, "that it is all right. But will you not come in
and take luncheon?"
"Yes," said he, "I have rather fatigued myself to-day. Triddelsitz,
everything goes on in the usual order."
"To command!" said Fritz, and Axel went into the house with his wife.
"Axel," she asked, as they sat at the table, "what does it mean? With
us, at home, in the harvest, only one loaded wagon came into the yard
at a time, and here you had six at the same time."
"Dear Frida, I know the old method well enough, but in that way,
disorder is unavoidable; we have much better order, by having all the
wagons driven in a row."
"Did Habermann arrange it so?"
"Habermann? No, he had nothing to do with it; I felt the necessity of
emancipating myself finally from the supervision of my inspector, and I
have signified to him that I would get in this harvest without his
help."
"Axel, what have you done! The man cannot suffer that."
"He _must_, though! He must become aware that I am the master of the
estate."
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