"Come along, Isaac!" bellowed Borg, high up in the air, "come along, Jew, let's borrow money from each other!"
"How much do you want?" asked Levi, waving his pocket book.
"I never borrow less than fifty!"
At the next moment Borg had slid to the ground and pocketed the note.
Then he took off his overcoat.
"Put it on again immediately!" commanded Struve.
"What do you say? I'm to put it on again? Who are you to order me about? What? Do you want a fight?"
He smashed his hat against the tree, took off coat and waistcoat, and let the rain beat on his shirt.
"Come here, you rascal! Let's have a fight!"
He seized Struve round the waist, and, staggering backwards, both of them fell into the ditch.