It was a quarter-past six, the boatman had earned his twenty florins. Benedict gave them to him; but before parting from him he considered for a moment.
"Would you like to earn twenty florins more?" he asked.
"I should just think so!" replied the boatman. Benedict looked at his watch.
"The train does not go until a quarter-past seven, we have more than an hour before us."
"Besides which the trouble at Aschaffenburg will make the train another quarter of an hour late, if it does not stop it altogether."
"The deuce it will!"
"Will what I tell you fly away with my twenty florins?"
"No; but go into Dettingen first of all. You are just my height, go and buy me a boatman's dress like yours. Complete, you know. Then come back, and I will tell you what remains to be done."
The boatman jumped out of the boat and ran down the road to Dettingen. A quarter-of-an-hour later, he came back with the complete costume, which had cost ten florins. Benedict gave him that amount.
"And now," asked the boatman, "what is to be done?"