“What is that to you?” they replied.
“Why, I wish to give my son a trade,” said the old man.
“Oh! we will take your son with pleasure,” they cried, “and instruct him in what we understand ourselves. As for our trade, we have particular reasons for not telling you what it is. Know, however, that you will never repent entrusting your son to our hands.”
“But what must I give you for your trouble, good people?” cried the old man.
“Why, you can hardly give us less than twenty roubles,” replied the craftsmen.
“O! where shall I get so much money?” cried the old man. “I have but ten roubles in all the world.”
“O, very well! hand them over,” said they, “We’ll take them, though they be only ten roubles; we don’t wish to higgle with you.”
The old man gave them the money, and begging them to spare no pains in teaching his son their trade, he trudged homeward. Remembering, however, that it was necessary to know where they dwelt, he turned back, and went along with them. After some time, they came to a house in a great wood, where the thieves lived with a young girl who was their sister. On their arrival they took off from Tim his rough country craftan and breeches, and clothed him in habiliments of the very best quality, and regaled the old man with plenty of capital wine. So the old man, after staying an hour or two, left their dwelling quite happy and content.
As soon as it was night, the thieves thought that they would give Tim his first lesson in their art, so arming him in the same manner as they did
themselves, with a pike and a long knife, they went out on the road. As soon as they were got there, one of the masters said to the pupil: