"That was Joe Voss's son; it's him I have the lawsuit with. Do you like him?"
"I only saw his back. Well--yes he'd make a grenadier."
"He says he wants to come to an understanding," said the Miller.
"Then I like him still better; a lean compromise is better than a fat lawsuit."
"He is going to wait for me till I come back."
"Is he?" said Friedrich, and turned half round again, "Miller, I tell you what, it would be better if he came to an understanding with Fieka."
"What do you mean by that?" asked the Miller.
"Oh! nothing," said Friedrich.
Presently he bent down and looked sharply along the road, then gave the reins into the Miller's hand, jumped off the waggon, unfastened the Chasseur's horse and, before Voss knew what was going to happen, was in the great Kolpin dyke, had turned round a corner and bound the horse to a thorn-tree in the dyke, so that he could not be seen.
"What is the matter?" asked the Miller, when he came back.