'Perhaps this is not quite the moment for that,' said Grochowski, 'first you will go to prison.' 'You don't mean to charge him?' asked his father. 'I should prefer not to charge him, but the whole neighbourhood is indignant about the robberies. However, as he did not do me personally any harm, I am not bound to charge him.' 'What will you take?' 'Not a kopek less than a hundred and fifty roubles.' 'In that case, let him go to prison.' 'A hundred and fifty to me, and eighty to Slimak for the horses.' Gryb took to his fists again. 'Who put you up to this?' 'Leave off!' cried Jasiek; 'it was Josel.' 'And why did you do as he told you?' 'Because I owe him a hundred roubles.' 'Oh Lord!' groaned Gryb, tearing his hair. 'Well, that's nothing to tear your hair about,' said Grochowski. 'Come; three hundred and thirty roubles between Slimak, Josel, and me; what is that to you?' 'I won't pay it.' 'All right! In that case he will go to prison. Come along.' He took the youth by the arm. 'Dad, have pity, I am your only son!' The old man looked helplessly at the peasants in turn. 'Are you going to ruin my life for a paltry sum?' 'Wait...wait,' cried Gryb, seeing that the Soltys was in earnest. He took Slimak aside. 'Neighbour, if there is to be peace between us,' he said, 'I'll tell you what you will have to do.' 'What?' 'You'll have to marry my sister. You are a widower, she is a widow. You have ten acres, she has fifteen. I shall take her land, because it is close to mine, and give you fifteen acres of Hamer's land. You will have a gospodarstwo of twenty-five acres all in one piece.' Slimak reflected for a while. 'I think,' he said at last,' Gawdrina's land is better than Hamer's.' 'All right! You shall have a bit more.' Slimak scratched his head. 'Well, I don't know,' he said. 'It's agreed, then,' said Gryb, 'and now I'll tell you what you will have to do in return. You will pay a hundred and fifty roubles to Grochowski and a hundred to Josel.' Slimak demurred. 'I haven't buried my wife yet.' The old man's temper was rising. 'Rubbish! don't be a fool! How can a gospodarz get along without a wife? Yours is dead and gone, and if she could speak, she would say: "Marry, Josef, and don't turn up your nose at a benefactor like Gryb."' 'What are you quarrelling about?' cried Grochowski. 'Look here, I am offering him my sister and fifteen acres of land, four cows and a pair of horses, to say nothing of the household property, and he can't make up his mind,' said Gryb, with awry face. 'Why, that's certainly worth while,' said Grochowski, 'and not a bad wife!' 'Aye, a good, hefty woman,' cried Gryb. 'You'll be quite a gentleman, Slimak,' added Grochowski. Slimak sighed. 'I'm sorry,' he said, 'that Jagna did not live to see this.'