CHAPTER V.
“I tell thee, master, ’twere death to stay with thee.”
“Then thou hadst best depart.”
“Verily will I, and quickly.”
“Yet why desert me, thy old master?”
“What ho! thou beatest me, thou dost threaten to kill me; am I kicked, am I cuffed? Wherefore is it that I am kicked and cuffed? Now, tell me that, master?”
“Le-po-rel-lo!”
“So, my master—”
“What! shall we not be friends again? I say, yes. Ope thy hand.”
“How much?”