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"Don't boast," growled Kurzbold. "You're not alone in your poverty.
We're all in the same case. Curse that fool of a Roland for throwing
away good money just when it's most needed."
"Good money is always most needed," exclaimed the philosophic Gensbein.
He rose and shook himself, then looked down at the beautiful but
unimportant rivulet.
"I say, lads, were we as drunk as all that last night? Was there an
impassable torrent here or not?"
"How could we be drunk, you fool, on little more than a liter of wine
each," cried Kurzbold.
"Please be more civil in your talk," returned his friend. "You were
drunk all day. The liter and a half was a mere nightcap. If you are
certain there was a torrent, then I must have been in the same condition
as yourself."
The spokesman of the previous night, who had been chided for not
springing on Roland before he succeeded in doing away with the treasure,
here uttered a shout.
"This water," he said, "is clear as air. You can see every pebble at the
bottom.


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