"If those who laugh at me had it on their feet, their corns would never hurt them again." "Well, it must be devilishly light," answered Max, "for look there!" pointing to the foot of the tower; "it has flown up the embankment." At these words all eyes were lifted to the spot, and for a moment there was a perfect uproar in the market-place.

Each man pointed at the barrow bewitched, and all their tongues wagged.
"The devil makes common cause with the inn-keepers," said Goddet to the astonished Spaniard.

"He means to teach you not to leave your cart about in the streets, but to put it in the tavern stables." At this speech the crowd hooted, for Fario was thought to be a miser.
"Come, my good fellow," said Max, "don't lose heart.

We'll go up to the tower and see how your barrow got there.

Thunder and cannon! we'll lend you a hand! Come along, Baruch." "As for you," he whispered to Francois, "get the people to stand back, and make sure there is nobody at the foot of the embankment when you see us at the top." Fario, Max, Baruch, and three other knights climbed to the foot of the tower.