"I have nothing to shoot with. I am lying in the water, so that even if I had my pistols the powder would be soaked through."
"But what do you want of me?"
"I wish you to save my life."
"And won't you have me locked up afterward?"
"If you will help me get away from here I'll make you a rich man. You shall have a thousand florins."
"If you had promised me less I should have believed you sooner."
"But I will pay you the money now. Come, take me on your back and carry me away."
"Where to?"
The gipsy laughed aloud. "First do your swearing out here, then," said he, "for no one may curse God in his house. But what will you do in the church?"