CHAPTER VII

WAGER OF BATTLE That evening at the _Wirthshaus_, as things turned out, Will and Florian had an excellent opportunity afforded them of observing for themselves the manners and customs of the Tyrolese Robbler. There was a dance at the inn—a prodigious dance, of truly national severity. It was the eve of a wedding, and, as is usual on such occasions, the peasants of the neighbourhood had assembled in full force to drink good luck to the forthcoming union. The _Gaststube_ or bar-room was crowded with a gay throng of b…