"Just now he turned his horse's tail to us. What do ye say to that?"
"Well, he could not turn the horse's head, for horses do not travel tail forward like crawfish. But that he is making up to that young lady is certain," put in Marek.
"Thou hast taken in the situation correctly. See how he bends and leans forward. If his stirrup strap breaks he will fall."
"He will not fall, the son of a such a one, for the saddle straps are strong, and he is a firm rider."
"Bend thyself, bend till we break thee!"
"Just look how he smiles at her!"
"Well, brothers, are we to permit this? Never, as God lives! The girl is not for us, that may be, but does he remember what we did yesterday?"
"Of course! He must divine that, for he is cunning, and now he is making up to her to spite us."
"And in contempt for our poverty and orphanhood."
"Oh! upon my word a great magnate--on another man's horse."