"It is six miles, sir," said Hans. "But the road is only a sheep-track. You might easily miss your way."
"My boy," said the hunter, "if you will show me the way, I will pay you well."
Hans shook his head. "I cannot leave the sheep, sir," he said. "They would stray into the wood, and the wolves might kill them."
"But if one or two sheep are eaten by the wolves, I will pay you for them. I will give you more than you can earn in a year."
"Sir, I cannot go," said Hans. "These sheep are my master's. If they are lost, I should be to blame."
"If you cannot show me the way, will you get me a guide? I will take care of your sheep while you are gone."
"No," said Hans, "I cannot do that. The sheep do not know your voice—and——" Then he stopped.
"Can't you trust me?" asked the hunter.
"No," said Hans. "You have tried to make me break my word to my master. How do I know that you would keep your word?"
The hunter laughed. "You are right," he said. "I wish I could trust my servants as your master can trust you. Show me the path. I will try to get to the village alone."