CHAPTER 11: With Brigands.
The man who had spoken to Charlie drew the long knife from the back of the Jew, wiped it on the grass, and handed it to him.
"That ought to be your property," he said.

"It has done you good service." Not sorry to have a weapon in addition to his cudgel, Charlie placed it in his belt, and then started with the bandits.

He would not have cared to face the charcoal burner alone; but now that the band regarded him as enrolled among their number, he felt no uneasiness respecting him.
When they issued from the trees, the Jew was seen standing at the door of the hut.

He at once ran in on seeing them, and came out again, accompanied by the charcoal burner, who carried his axe on his shoulder.

The Jew started, on catching sight of Charlie among the ranks of the brigands, and said a word or two to his companion.
"Well, Master Charcoal Burner," the leader of the party said, "how is it that honest woodmen consort with rogues of the town ?" "I don't know that they do so, willingly," the man said gruffly.
"But some of us, to our cost, have put our heads into nooses, and the rogues of the town have got hold of the other end of the ropes, and we must just walk as we are told to." "Well, that is true enough," the brigand said.
"And you, Jew, what are you doing here ?" "I am like Conrad," he replied, sulkily.