The first thing we noticed when we entered Nikolaus’s room was the time--a quarter to 10. Could that be correct? Only such a few minutes to live! I felt a contraction at my heart. Nikolaus jumped up and gave us a glad welcome. He was in good spirits over his plannings for his party and had not been lonesome. “Sit down,” he said, “and look at what I’ve been doing. And I’ve finished a kite that you will say is a beauty. It’s drying, in the kitchen; I’ll fetch it.” He had been spending his penny savings in fanciful trifles of various kinds, to go as prizes in the games, and they were marshaled with fine and showy effect upon the table. He said: “Examine them at your leisure while I get mother to touch up the kite with her iron if it isn’t dry enough yet.” Then he tripped out and went clattering down-stairs, whistling. We did not look at the things; we couldn’t take any interest in anything but the clock. We sat staring at it in silence, listening to the ticking, and every time the minute-hand jumped we nodded recognition--one minute fewer to cover in the race for life or for death. Finally Seppi drew a deep breath and said: “Two minutes to ten. Seven minutes more and he will pass the death-point. Theodor, he is going to be saved! He’s going to--” “Hush! I’m on needles. Watch the clock and keep still.” Five minutes more. We were panting with the strain and the excitement. Another three minutes, and there was a footstep on the stair. “Saved!” And we jumped up and faced the door. The old mother entered, bringing the kite. “Isn’t it a beauty?” she said. “And, dear me, how he has slaved over it--ever since daylight, I think, and only finished it awhile before you came.” She stood it against the wall, and stepped back to take a view of it. “He drew the pictures his own self, and I think they are very good. The church isn’t so very good, I’ll have to admit, but look at the bridge--any one can recognize the bridge in a minute. He asked me to bring it up.... Dear me! it’s seven minutes past ten, and I--” “But where is he?” “He? Oh, he’ll be here soon; he’s gone out a minute.” “Gone out?” “Yes. Just as he came down-stairs little Lisa’s mother came in and said the child had wandered off somewhere, and as she was a little uneasy I told Nikolaus to never mind about his father’s orders--go and look her up.... Why, how white you two do look! I do believe you are sick. Sit down; I’ll fetch something. That cake has disagreed with you. It is a little heavy, but I thought--” She disappeared without finishing her sentence, and we hurried at once to the back window and looked toward the river. There was a great crowd at the other end of the bridge, and people were flying toward that point from every direction. “Oh, it is all over--poor Nikolaus! Why, oh, why did she let him get out of the house!” “Come away,” said Seppi, half sobbing, “come quick--we can’t bear to meet her; in five minutes she will know.”