Take his horse." John went forward and held the bridle after the young Austrian had dismounted.

Kratzek had a fine color from his ride, and he seemed to John to be completely well of his wound.

He handed the young peasant who was holding his horse half a krone, and then walked briskly into the castle.
John put the little silver piece in his pocket, after having touched his cap, and led the horse into the stable.

He did not feel humiliated.
He found something humorous in receiving a tip of ten cents from the man whose life he had saved.

He unsaddled the horse, put him in his stall, rubbed him down, and came forth to receive the unqualified praise of Walther.
"You, Castel," he said, "you're a fiend for work.