for her to call upon if she wants help, hey?"

Judith was still snickering over the news.

"Now it's your turn," said Blasi, "tell me what it is that you're so
pleased about."

"It is very much like yours, Blasi; come a little nearer," and she
whispered in his ear, "I have him."

"Mercy on us!" cried Blasi. "You will be as rich as a Jew, for the
cattle-dealer is worth more than half the people in Fohrensee, all put
together."

"I'm not talking about the cattle-dealer."

"Pshaw! whom are you talking about then?"

"Somebody else, and I have him in such a fashion that he will not forget
it in a hurry, I tell you!"

As she spoke, Judith made a gesture with her hands as if she were choking
some one, who certainly would not escape alive from her clutches.

Blasi shook his head and walked on in silence. But in his inmost mind he
thought, "I can't make anything out of her; her head is all in a buzz. But
she's only a woman."

Soon after, they reached the turf-hut, and there they separated. Veronica
was not far off; and as she came up Blasi joined her, and they walked