“I do not see how you could win honor by—” He paused.
“By stealing your lands,” I finished for him. “Truly, Winnetou, I never thought of that side at all. I was not to profit by the road, except as I did my work well, and was paid for it.”
“Paid! paid! Do you care for gold? Do you need it?”
“I have an uncle, a second father, who will give me all I require; but every young man of spirit wants to make his own name and fortune.”
“And measuring for that road would have done this?”
“It would have been a first step, and a long one, towards it.”
“And now you will not get your reward, because the measuring is not done?”
“No.”
“How much longer time would have been necessary to finish it?”
“Only one day.”