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 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." He said no more, and when Adam held out his hand to the boy, and kissed him on the forehead, and the doctor bade him an affectionate farewell, Marx called himself a Judas, and would gladly have flung the tempting florins to the four winds, but it was too late.
The smith and Lopez heard him call anxiously to Jorg: "Take good care of the boy!" 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..