“If it is a match, that is different,” said Roger.
He turned up his sleeves, hooked on his apron, and in the twinkling of an eye had adjusted the shaft.
“How much do I owe you?” asked the unknown, drawing out his purse.
“Nothing at all, faith; it is not worth while.”
The stranger insisted, but in vain.
III
“You are too honest, i’faith,” said he to the wheelwright, “for me to be in your debt. I will grant you the fulfilment of three wishes.”
“Don’t forget to wish what is best,” added his companion.
At these words the wheelwright smiled incredulously.
“Are you not a couple of the loafers of Capelette?” he asked, with a wink.