"You have come over the mountains from Italy?" he asked.
Hallheimer held out his hand, which the smith took, at the same time glancing at the wagon and inspecting the horses.
"I haven't any work for you today," said the trader, "I only thought I would pass a word with you."
"The gray has a shoe loose," said Stephen, untying the horse he had pointed out.
"Never mind. He can easily go as far as the stable," said the other, declining the proffered aid; but Stephen was already leading the creature to the ring in the wall, where he tied him. So the little man got down from the wagon, laughing to himself, and let the smith have his own way. He knew Stephen. Whatever he took into his head, he must do. Many complained of him for this reason. He never asked what work he should do, but took it in hand himself, and did it according to his own ideas, no matter if the customers told him ten times over that they wanted it done differently.
Meanwhile the woman on the vegetable wagon was growing uneasy. "Hallo, smith," she called out, "I came here first. You must take my horse first!"
"That's so," said Hallheimer goodnaturedly, "she did come first."
"After I've done with this, or not at all," said the smith, loosening the shoe from the gray's foot.
The woman scolded and swore. "What kind of behavior is that! Do you think I have stolen my time? Are you going to let me take my turn or not?"
"After I've done with this, or not at all," said Fausch, and as she came up close to him, he turned his back on her with a jerk. At this, she was beside herself, harnessed up her horse and turned away from the smithy toward Waltheim. Her grumbling could be heard for some time.