"He is my cashier; he has just lent me twenty ducats, and he won't give me any money to buy your horse.

So go to the devil." The trader listened attentively to every word spoken, and looked at the young men with curiosity, but, as Anton remarked, with a degree of sympathy foreign to his nature.

"So," he repeated, mechanically, "he has lent you twenty ducats; he would lend you more if you asked him; I know--I know.

So you do not want the horse, Mr.Wohlfart?
My services to you, Mr.Wohlfart;" and, so saying, he vanished, and soon the quick trot of a horse was heard.
"What a fellow that is!" cried the lieutenant, looking out after him.
"He is not generally so easy to get rid of," said Anton, perplexed at the strange conduct of the Jew.

"Perhaps your uniform expedited his departure." "I hope it was of some use to you, then.