"Ah, brigands! ah, scoundrels!" cried Fario; "perhaps it was you who
brought it up here!"
Max, Baruch, and their three comrades began to laugh at the Spaniard's
rage.
"I wanted to do you a service," said Max coolly, "and in handling the
damned thing I came very near flinging myself after it; and this is
how you thank me, is it? What country do you come from?"
"I come from a country where they never forgive," replied Fario,
trembling with rage. "My cart will be the cab in which you shall drive
to the devil!--unless," he said, suddenly becoming as meek as a lamb,
"you will give me a new one."
"We will talk about that," said Max, beginning to descend.
When they reached the bottom and met the first hilarious group, Max
took Fario by the button of his jacket and said to him,--
"Yes, my good Fario, I'll give you a magnificent cart, if you will
give me two hundred and fifty francs; but I won't warrant it to go,
like this one, up a tower."
At this last jest Fario became as cool as though he were making a
bargain.
"Damn it!" he said, "give me the wherewithal to replace my barrow, and
it will be the best use you ever made of old Rouget's money."
Max turned livid; he raised his formidable fist to strike Fario; but
Baruch, who knew that the blow would descend on others besides the
Spaniard, plucked the latter away like a feather and whispered to
Max,--
"Don't commit such a folly!"
The grand master, thus called to order, began to laugh and said to
Fario,--
"If I, by accident, broke your barrow, and you in return try to
slander me, we are quits.
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