"No, I don't think he is damaged," said I, as the event proved.
When I had helped this good-natured little man and his horse to the top of the hill, he invited me to jump into the cart if my way lay in his direction.
"I am in search of the Baal Shem," I explained.
"Indeed," said he; "he is easily to be found."
"What, do you know the Baal Shem?" I cried excitedly.
He seemed amused at my agitation. His black eyes twinkled. "Why, everybody in these parts knows the Baal Shem," said he.
"How shall I find him, then?" I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "You have but to step up into my cart."
"May your strength increase!" I cried gratefully; "you are going in his direction?"
He nodded his head.