The new-comer was the little Jew, who walked uneasily to and fro beneath the fir-trees, on a narrow footpath which led across the knoll. He evidently expected some one. From behind a tree the tall man with the fiddle watched his movements, and listened to his soliloquy. "Five minutes late," muttered the Jew, looking at his watch. "Am I the man to be kept waiting? He is not to be relied upon. But I have him now, fast and sure." He resumed his walk, then again stood still. "A good affair this! good profit! a made man! But where can he be?" He paused before the very tree behind which stood the man in the brown jacket. "He is imprudent," he continued, "light-headed, and reckless. But am I not the same? I am lost if he deceives me. I have him, though--I have him." "Mosey!" said the strong voice of the long brown man, close to his ear. At the same moment, a heavy hand was clapped roughly on the Jew's shoulder. He fell to the ground, as though a thunderbolt had struck him; in falling he caught a view of the stranger. "Geigen--" cried he, in a horror-stricken voice, leaving the word unfinished. "Speak the word right out!" said the long man, with a calm, sneering smile. The little Jew's recovery was as sudden as his terror. He was already on his legs, brushing the dust from his clothes. "How the gentleman frightened me!" he said in a sort of dubious tone. "Speak the word out, Mosey--the whole word!" "What should I speak out?--which word? What does the gentleman want?" "Mosey, speak the word out--Geigenfritz!" "What is your pleasure?--what is the word to me?" "Old rogue! old Moses Amschel! what is the word to you? what is Geigenfritz to you?--your old friend?" "I know no Geigenfritz; I know no Moses Amschel. You are mistaken. And now go your ways--do you hear?" He had become quite bold and saucy. The brown man looked at him with a smile of scornful pity. "Mosey," he said, "shall I reckon up the prisons and houses of correction in which I have seen you? You have grown a great man, it seems. I have heard of you. You are a rich banker: noblemen associate with you, and princes are your debtors. You are a baron, I believe, and you live in luxury; but you are not the less Moses Amschel, my old comrade. I knew you directly, and your rascal of a brother, too, who is outside with the carriage." The Jew's confidence left him as he listened to this speech. He made one more effort to assume a bold countenance, but his voice trembled as he muttered, "You are mistaken. I have business here: leave me, or I will have you arrested." Geigenfritz laughed. "You have business here, I doubt not. But arrest me! Your business will hardly bear daylight, and my arrest would interfere with it."