“Because,” said Tim, “I took it for myself, and not for you.”
“But we are your instructors,” said they, “consequently whatever you take belongs to us.”
“O! no,” cried he, with a loud voice. “I got the money for you, it is true, and no share of that belongs to me, but the cloak is mine.”
“You lie, fool,” said they.
“O! if you talk in that manner,” said Tim,
“I will go and ask the Archimandrite, and the one to whom he adjudges it shall have the cloak.”
“Let’s see how you’ll go to work,” said they.
“You shall,” said he, “only don’t be afraid.”
Thereupon, he went to the window of the cell in which the Archimandrite and his servant slept, the latter a very lively lad, and a great teller of pleasant stories. Tim peeping in, perceived that the Archimandrite was asleep, and snoring like a hedgehog, but the lad was awake. Tim tapped with his finger against the window, whereupon the lad got up and looked out. But before he could ask who was there, Tim seized him by the ears with both his hands, dragged him out, and tying a handkerchief over his mouth, delivered him to the custody of his associates. Then climbing softly in at the window, he lay down in the young fellow’s bed. After waiting a little time, he fell to arousing
the Archimandrite. His masters who were listening under the window, hearing him try to awake the ghostly man, begged him to come out.