"Herr Inspector," said Fritz anxiously, "it is not my fault. Herr von Rambow has ordered it all so, the wagons should drive in a row, and the men should drive quickly with the full loads."
"Drive on then, till your tongues hang out!" cried Bräsig.
"And he is on horseback, on the hill, overseeing and commanding the whole."
"Has he a sperspective in one hand, and a commander's staff in the other, like old Blücher, in the Hop-market, at Rostock?" said Bräsig mockingly.
"Ride up to the court," said Habermann, "and see that the first loaded wagon drives out again quickly."
"I must not do that," said Fritz, "the Herr has expressly commanded that the wagons should drive in again in a row, he says he will have order in the business."
"Then you may tell him the finest donkey I ever saw in my life----"
"Bräsig, take care!" cried Habermann.
"Was--was your little mule, Herr Triddelsitz," concluded Uncle Bräsig, with great presence of mind.
Fritz rode up to the court.