“And the money he lost as well,” said Levion.
Enok pulled himself together. “Then you must have put it there,” he said.
The roar of the forest fire came nearer, the air was growing hotter and hotter about them, but the three men stood still.
“I know nothing about it,” said Enok again. “It’s just a trick of Levion’s, to do me harm.”
Said Levion, “Here’s two hundred Daler. Have I ever had two hundred Daler in my life? And isn’t this your kerchief? Isn’t it one you’ve worn over your ears?”
“Yes, isn’t that so?” seconded the priest.
Enok was silent.
The priest was counting over the notes. “There are not two hundred Daler here,” he said.
“He’s spent some of it, of course,” said Levion.
But Enok stood breathing heavily. “I know nothing about it,” he said. “But as for you, Levion, you see if I don’t remember you for this!”