ANDREW.
Get out, I say—
[FORESTER almost at the same time puts his finger in his mouth and gives a shrill whistle.]
ANDREW.
If you no longer—
FORESTER (stepping between the two).
Rebellious boys! Hold your peace! Don't you dare to strike, either one of you! You confounded fellow! When I need a guardian I certainly shall not select a greenhorn. Is it I who is master here or is it some one else? What business have you here, fellow? Get you gone into the forest; look after Weiler that he does not loaf; then take out a dozen maple trees from the nursery and put them up in damp moss; see to it that the messenger from Haslau does not have to wait when he comes. Not a word! Along with you!
[ANDREW obeys and goes, after having cast a threatening look at
ROBERT, to which the latter replies.]
FORESTER.
And you, Mr. Stein; good-day, Mr. Stein. You know what I mean.