"He has already come back."
"Where is he, then?"
"Off again."
"What can be going on here? There is something in the wind. Karl goes, and returns, and goes again, and—"
"We are not talking of Karl, but of you; though hungry as a wolf you are cunning as a fox, and, when it suits you, as cunning as Karl." And, changing on the sudden his tone and manner, Morok slapped the giant cordially on the shoulder.
"What! am I cunning?"
"The proof is, that there are ten florins to earn to-night—and you will be keen enough to earn them, I am sure."
"Why, on those terms, yes—I am awake," said the giant, smiling with a stupid, self-satisfied air. "What must I do for ten florins?"
"You shall see."
"Is it hard work?"