'Oh, rather! I gave it him,' mumbled Hermann, 'but where's the blood? where's the doctor's certificate?'
'You're a nice one,' said Slimak bitterly, 'there was no policeman to certify that it was we who saved you the hog, but when a boy plays a prank on you, you go to law.'
'Perhaps with you a hog means as much as a man,' sneered Fritz; 'with us it is different.'
Slimak's meditations now turned from bolts and padlocks to prisons. He talked the matter over with Maciek.
'When they put our small Jendrek in Court by the side of that big
Hermann, I reckon they won't do much to him.'
'They'll do nothing to him,' agreed the labourer.
'All the same, I should like to know what the punishment is for thrashing a man.'
'They don't trouble their heads much about it. When Potocka beat her neighbour over the head with a saucepan, they just fined her.'
'That's true, but I am afraid they think more of the Germans than of our people.'
'How could they think more of unbelievers?'