The tallow was beginning to gutter out as it lay on its side, and a moment's search showed him the gold glittering on some farmyard rubbish.

With a little shrill cry like a frightened bird the old man fell upon it, as it had been with claws.
"Bite upon it and see if the gold be good," said Sholto, smiling.
"Alas," cried the cripple, "I have but one tooth.

But I know the coin.
It is of the right mintage and greasiness.

O lovely gold! Beautiful gentlemen, bide where you are and I will be back with you in a moment." And the old man limped away with astonishing quickness to hide his acquisition, lest, mayhap, his guests should repent them and retract their liberality..