tiptoe.

Pic. Who goes dare?

Eben. O, heavens! There’s that insane old grenadier! What will become of me?

Pic. Sh—! By donder, I see some noise! Sh—! Who goes dare? Sh—! Somepody mit a gun. Advance pefore you speak, and say something. Sh—! (Creeps about the room on tiptoe.)

Eben. (On lounge.) If he discovers me, I am a lost man!

Pic. By donder, if dare ish nopody here, vy don’t you speak? You vant your coat-tails shot through mit a pullet. (Creeps back to door, R.) I fight mit Sigel. Sh—! By donder! I never hear so mooch silence pefore!