Afterdinnerthegirlswenttotheirroom，Gretabearingwithherthebigscrew—driverofFritz。Atdusktheyslippeddownstairsandout。
Theyarrivedattheoldhouse，andstood，listening，intheshadowofthedoorway。Theonlysoundswerethoseofdistantbarkingdogs，andofthebuglesatthebarracks。
\"Quick！\"whisperedChristian;andGreta，withallthestrengthofhersmallhands，begantoturnthescrews。Itwassometimebeforetheyyielded;thethirdwasveryobstinate，tillChristiantookthescrew—
driverandpassionatelygavethescrewastartingtwist。
\"Itislikeapig——thatone，\"saidGreta，rubbingherwristsmournfully。