“Get off!” a loud, angry shout was heard. “It’s my place!”
“Yours?”
“Here you have yours!”
“I’ll rap you on the jaw; then you’ll find your place. What a lord!”
“Get away!”
An uproar ensued. The peasants who were listening to the pilgrim turned their heads toward the direction where the row was going on, and the pilgrim heaved a sigh and became silent. Near the machine a loud and lively dispute blazed up as though dry branches, thrown upon a dying bonfire, had caught the flame.
“I’ll give it to you, devils! Get away, both of you.”
“Take them away to the captain.”
“Ha! ha! ha! That’s a fine settlement for you!”
“That was a good rap he gave him on the neck!”