It was a quarter-past six, the boatman had earned his twenty florins. Benedict gave them to him; but before parting from him he considered for a moment. "Would you like to earn twenty florins more?" he asked. "I should just think so!" replied the boatman. Benedict looked at his watch. "The train does not go until a quarter-past seven, we have more than an hour before us." "Besides which the trouble at Aschaffenburg will make the train another quarter of an hour late, if it does not stop it altogether." "The deuce it will!" "Will what I tell you fly away with my twenty florins?" "No; but go into Dettingen first of all. You are just my height, go and buy me a boatman's dress like yours. Complete, you know. Then come back, and I will tell you what remains to be done." The boatman jumped out of the boat and ran down the road to Dettingen. A quarter-of-an-hour later, he came back with the complete costume, which had cost ten florins. Benedict gave him that amount. "And now," asked the boatman, "what is to be done?" "Can you wait for me here three days with my uniform, my rifle, and my pistols? I will give you twenty florins." "Yes; but if at the end of three days you do not come back?" "The rifle, the pistols, and the uniform will be yours." "I will wait here eight days. Gentlemen must have time to settle their affairs." "You are a good fellow. What is your name?" "Fritz." "Very well, Fritz, goodbye!" In a few moments Benedict had put on the coat and trousers and covered his head with the boatman's cap. He walked a few steps and then stopped suddenly: "By the way, where will you stay at Dettingen?" he asked. "A boatman is like a snail, he carries his house on his back. You will find me in my boat." "Night and day?" "Night and day." "All is well then." And in his turn Benedict went towards Dettingen. Fritz had prophesied truly, the train was half an hour late. Indeed it was the last train which went through; hussars were sent to take up the rails; lest troops should be sent to Frankfort to help the allies. Benedict took a third-class ticket, as befitted his humble costume. The train only stopped at Manau for a few minutes, and arrived at Frankfort at a quarter to nine, scarcely ten minutes late. The station was full of people who had come to get news. Benedict passed through the crowd as quickly as possible, recognized M. Fellner, whispered in his ear "beaten," and went off in the direction of the Chandroz' house.