"Come, I will give you ten roubles. I am sure that is more than they are worth to you now."
"Very well," the man said, "I am contented."
Godfrey placed a ten-rouble note upon the table. "Now," he said, "we want a couple of hats." Two fairly good ones were brought down.
"Is there nothing else?" the man asked, ready enough to sell now that he saw that he was to be paid fair prices.
"We want some meat and bread, ten pounds of each if you have got it."
"We have a pig we salted down the other day," the man said. "We have no bread—we are going to bake to-morrow morning but you can have ten pounds of flour."
"That will do. We want a small frying-pan, a kettle, and two tin mugs. Have you got any tea in the house?"
"I have got about a pound."
"We will take it all. We can't bother ourselves about sugar, Luka, we must do without that; every pound tells. We have brought plenty of tobacco with us to last some time. Have you got a gun?" he asked the man suddenly.