That's how it is: one goes on the spree, and another pinches and is so stingy about his money, that he would willingly lay his soul in the fire for it.

The fellow was a good enough workman, to be sure, and if he had not had that affair with the police, then--yes, no--no, yes, to be sure, he was acquitted of that, so he was! The person in question was Nikolai, who had entered Haegberg's smithy again to complete his years of apprenticeship.
Ah, at last! There came two men sauntering over the yard to the smithy.
Haegberg turned round and pretended not to see them; on consideration, it was not the time to part with one's men.

He only went up himself and took one of the crowbars out of the forge; and when the two culprits arrived, he stood there, tall, lean, strong, and grey-haired, hammering so that the sparks flew.
This piece of work, unworthy of the master, spoke louder than the angriest reproaches, and when in silence he flung the crowbar down, and began sharpening a pick, it was sufficiently evident that there was thunder in the air.
By degrees during the morning they arrived, with staring eyes, beating temples, and faces either pale or red from being up all night, one with a swollen eye, another with a plaster across his nose.

Their voices were hoarse, and they each went silently to work.

They must exert themselves if they were to get through all the tool-work that remained.
Work went on uninterruptedly almost the whole afternoon, without a word being spoken over the whole smithy.