"I would do anything."
Lustucru and Faribole.
"Anything?"
"Anything, absolutely."
"Very well. Now, this is what I demand of you imperatively: Moumouth follows you willingly; to-morrow, just at night-fall, you will lead him into the garden; you will put him into a sack which I have made expressly, and tightly draw the cords of the sack"—
"And then?" said Faribole, who opened his eyes wide.
"We will each arm us with a stick, and we will beat upon the sack until he is dead."
"Never! never!" cried the poor boy, whose hair stood up with fright.
"Then pack your bundle quickly, and be off; I turn you away!"