The gipsy was dumfounded, and hardly knew what reply to make.
“Can you do so?” again repeated his companion.
“Why what on earth do you want a worthless bit of paper like that for?” ejaculated the gipsy. “It aint of no use to mortal man.”
“Well, that’s a matter it is hardly worth while discussing, but I take it for granted that you wish to oblige me.”
“Most certainly I do.”
“Then you will greatly oblige me by doing this little favour.”
“But what for?”
“As a matter of good faith—as a proof that you have not been deceiving me.”
“Deceive you in what way?”
“It will give me assurance that you have spoken the truth.”