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You'll risk your neck, and the fifteen florins. ... Will you go shares? Yes or no?" "Heaven's thunder!" murmured the poacher, his crooked mouth watering. "How much is half of fifteen florins?" "About seven, I should say." "A calf and a pig." "A swine for the Jew, that will suit. You'll keep him here in the trap." "I can't, Jorg; by my soul, I can't! Let me alone!"
"There!" cried Ulrich, pointing to the snow covered roof of a wooden hut, that stood close before them in a clearing on the edge of the forest. Every face brightened, but Marx shook his head doubtfully, muttering: "No smoke, no barking; the place is empty. Jorg has gone. At Whitsuntide how many years ago is it? the boys left to act as raftsmen, but then he stayed here."
Jorg, the charcoal-burner, received them, and opened his hut, but only to go away himself, for though willing to give the fugitives shelter and act against the authorities, he did not wish to be present, if the refugees should be caught. Caught with them, hung with them! He knew the proverb, and went down to the village, with the florins Adam gave him.
The lad looked like a young nobleman, and the peasants would take earnest-money from him. If he, Jorg, should show them florins, it would get him into a fine scrape. The people knew he was as poor as a beggar. The smith asked the poacher's opinion, and the latter growled: "That will, doubtless, be a good plan."
And when Adam patted him on the shoulder, saying: "You are a faithful fellow, Marx!" he could have howled like a mastiff and revealed all; but it seemed as if he again felt the rope around his neck, so he kept silence. The grey dawn was already glimmering, yet neither the expected vehicle nor Jorg had come.
Jorg, the charcoal-burner, received them, and opened his hut, but only to go away himself, for though willing to give the fugitives shelter and act against the authorities, he did not wish to be present, if the refugees should be caught. Caught with them, hung with them! He knew the proverb, and went down to the village, with the florins Adam gave him.
He turned in alarm, but soon regained his composure, for it was Jorg who beckoned, and then drew him into the forest. Marx expected no good news, yet he started when his companion said: "I know now, who the man is you have brought. He's a Jew. Don't try to humbug me. The constable from the city has come to the village. The man, who captures the Israelite, will get fifteen florins.
At last we were released; Jorg Starch, the captain of the Lichtenau horsemen, a tall, lean soldier, with shrewd eyes, a little turned-up cock-nose, and thick full beard, now came in and, lifting his hand to his helmet, said as sharply as though he were cutting each word short off with his white teeth: "Caught; trapped; all the rabble!"
I knew The worthy patriot would not tarry long. MEYER. The Uri men are like to be the last. BUHEL. They're forced to take a winding circuit through The mountains; for the viceroy's spies are out. Who's there? The word? Friends of the country. Enter STAUFFACHER, ITEL, REDING, HANS AUF DER MAUER, JORG IM HOPE, CONRAD HUNN, ULRICH DER SCHMIDT, JOST VON WEILER, and three other peasants, armed.
Jorg Starch's enquiries as to where were Eppelein's garments made one of them presently point to his decent and whole jerkin, another to his under coat, and the biggest man of them all to his hat with the cock's feather, which was all unmatched with his ragged weed.
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