He looked up and down the road to see that no one was coming, and then said in a cautious voice: "From what land come you, brother, that you speak such perilous words, and seem not to be afraid ?" "They are not perilous words when spoken to one of my own caste, I take it.

You would not tell anybody I said them ?" "I?
I would be drawn asunder by wild horses first." "Well, then, let me say my say.

I have no fears of your repeating it.

I think devil's work has been done last night upon those innocent poor people.

That old baron got only what he deserved.
If I had my way, all his kind should have the same luck." Fear and depression vanished from the man's manner, and gratefulness and a brave animation took their place: "Even though you be a spy, and your words a trap for my undoing, yet are they such refreshment that to hear them again and others like to them, I would go to the gallows happy, as having had one good feast at least in a starved life.