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keep the Major company at the beer-jugs, laid his
head on the table and was snoring, than the Major
clutched the key, put on his cap, and hurried away.
A few minutes later he was feeling his way up
the steeple stairs, lighted by his tiny horn lantern,
and reached at last the bell tower, where the bells
opened their wide throats above him. Once there,
he scraped some bell metal off one of them with
a file, and he was just on the point of taking the
bullet form and a small pan out of his game-bag
when he discovered that he was without the most
important thing of all—he had brought no silver
with him. If there was to be any power in that
bullet, it must be cast in that belfry. Now all was
complete: it was Thursday night and there was a new
moon, and no one knew of his being there, and yet
he could not cast his bullet. There in the silence of
the night he sent up such a mighty oath, it fairly
rang in the bells above him.
Just then he heard a slight noise in the church
below, and thought he heard steps on the stairs.
Yes, so it was, heavy steps were ascending the stairs.
Major Fuchs, standing there swearing so that
the bells trembled, became a trifle thoughtful at
this turn of affairs. He wondered who it could be
coming to help him cast his bullet. The footsteps
approached nearer and nearer. He who climbed the
stairs was certainly bound for the belfry.
The Major crept in among the beams and
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