"You miserable coward!" the giant said, "I do not want to take your wretched life. What money have you?"
"I have only two shillings," he exclaimed; "I swear to you that I have only two shillings."
"What is the use of two shillings to me?—give them to the first beggar you see."
"Yes, sir," the schoolmaster said; "I swear to you that I will."
"Give me your watch."
The schoolmaster took out his watch, and, getting upon his feet, handed it to the giant.
"There now, you can go; but see," he added, as the schoolmaster turned with great alacrity to leave—"look here."
"Yes, sir."
"Look here, and mark my words well. Don't you go to that house where you have been to-night, or it will be the worse for you. You are a wretch, and I won't see that poor little girl marry you and be made miserable. Swear to me you will give her up."
The schoolmaster hesitated, but there was again the ominous click of the pistol.