"Three cheers for Green-patch! Up and at him, Crutches!"
"Going—going—"
"Two thousand!"
And while the people cheered and shouted, "Crutches" muttered, "Who can this devil be that is fighting so to get these useless books?—But no matter, he sha'n't have them. The pride of Germany shall have his books if it beggars me to buy them for him."
"Going, going, going—"
"Three thousand!"
"Come, everybody—give a rouser for Green-patch!"
And while they did it, "Green-patch" muttered, "This cripple is plainly a lunatic; but the old scholar shall have his books, nevertheless, though my pocket sweat for it."
"Going—going—"
"Four thousand!"