"I will pay you them to-morrow, but I must have my key."
"Are you afraid any one will eat your key?"
"No, but I don't want any one to go to my uncle's garden and steal his fruit, as they did the basket of peaches, and the sausage;" and he continued to struggle, but Antony kept him back.
"There is a great deal of harm," said Louis "in picking up the fruit which has fallen, and is rotting on the ground." But Charles, who knew very well that they would not content themselves with this, struggled still more violently.
"You will have to let me go in the end," said he, "and then I will run and tell my uncle to make them give up his key."
"And I will tell him," said Antony, "to make you give me my four sous."
"Very well! Let me go; I will say nothing about it."
"Swear it on the faith of a brigand."
"But I am not a brigand."