The Price He Paid — page 194: what you’re looking at

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ASSESSOR WINTERFELD’S PAMPHLET. 185 rangement, and has shown the utmost thoughtful- ness. It is unnecessary that you should trouble yourself, your excellency.” The baron walked up to the window in silence. A long pause followed, during which many critical minutes sped by. , “J will return to the town,” said the burgomaster, breaking the silence at length. “Am I to take those words as your excellency’s final decision >” The baron turned. The shade of some inward conflict was on his face, as he replied: “Colonel Wilten has command inthe town. I cannot interfere with his plans. The military ar- rangements rest with him.” “But the colonel acts under your instructions. A word from you, and he will refrain from active in- tervention, at least. Speak the word. We areall waiting for it, earnestly desiring it.” Again some seconds passed. Deep furrows gathered on Raven’s brow as he stood thinking. Suddenly he drew himself up and called the young officer to him. “Lieutenant Wilten, can you leave your post here at the castle for a quarter of an hour? I would ask you to go over to your father yourself.” , He paused and listened. From the town there came a sound, distant but not to be mistaken—the crack of firearms. “Great Heaven! those are shots!” cried Councilor Moser, starting up in terror, while the two men at his side hurried to the window. The darkness prevented their seeing anything, but sight was superfluous in this case. A second, a third time came the sharp, quick, cracking sound —then all was still. “The message would be useless now,” said the young officer in a low voice, addressing the baron. “They have opened fire already.” Raven answered not asyllable. He stood motion- less, leaning his hand on the table, his eyes directed toward the window; but, a minute later, as the other two came back from thence, he turned to the burgomaster and said: Eomicboo “S (E(0)