"Yes, yes; but Ulrich is here too, and the boy is as dear to me as my own
child."

"I'll come here later, say that no vehicle can be had, and take him away
with me. When it's all over, I'll let him go."

"Then I'll keep him. He already helps me as much, as if he were a grown
man. Oh, dear, dear! The Jew, the gentle man, and the poor women, and
the little girl, Ruth...."

"Big Jews and little Jews, nothing more. You've told me yourself, how
the Hebrews were persecuted in your dead father's day. So we'll go
shares. There's a light in the room still. You'll detain them. Count
Frohlinger has been at his hunting-box since last evening....If they
insist on moving forward, guide them to the village."

"And I've been an honest man all my life," whined the poacher, and then
continued, threateningly: "If you harm a hair on Ulrich's head...."

"Fool that you are! I'll willingly leave the big feeder to you. Go in
now, then I'll come and fetch the boy. There's money at stake--fifteen
florins!" Fifteen minutes after, Jorg entered the but.

The smith and the doctor believed the charcoal-burner, when he told them
that all the vehicles in the village were in use, but he would find one
elsewhere. They must let the boy go with him, to enquire at the farm-
houses in another village. Somebody would doubtless be found to risk his
horses. The lad looked like a young nobleman, and the peasants would
take earnest-money from him. If he, Jorg, should show them florins, it