“When you have got what you think enough!” retorted the Shepherd, who had listened to this harangue with visible impatience; “ay, but when did you ever get what you thought enough? Did Avarice ever think it had got enough? No: you would cram your maw as the miser would his chest, and when both were gorged to repletion, the cry would still be, More! More! Go your way; you are getting into years; but I am even older than you; and your cajolery is wasted. Try somebody else, old Isegrim!” II. I see that I must, thought the Wolf; and prosecuting his journey farther, he came to the habitation of a second shepherd. “Come, Shepherd!” he began stoutly, “I have a proposal to make to you. You know me, who I am, and how I live. You know that if I choose to exert my energies, I can dine and sup upon the heart’s blood of every sheep and lamb under your care. Very well: now mark me; if you bestow on me half a dozen sheep every twelvemonth, I pledge you my word that I will look for no more. And only think what a fine thing it will be for you to purchase the safety of your entire flock at the beggarly price of half a dozen sheep!” “Half a dozen sheep!” cried the Shepherd, bursting into a derisive laugh; “why, that’s equal to a whole flock!” “Well, well, I am reasonable,” said the Wolf; “give me five.” “Surely you are joking,” said the Shepherd. “Why, if I were in the habit of sacrificing to Pan, I don’t think I should offer him more than five sheep the whole year round.” “Four, then, my dear friend,” urged the Wolf, coaxingly; “you won’t think four too many?” “Ah,” returned the Shepherd, with a sly glance from the corner of his eye, “don’t you wish you may get them?” The selfish scoundrel, how he mocks me! thought the Wolf. “Will you promise me three, or even two?” “Not even one--not the ghost of one!” replied the Shepherd, emphatically. “A pretty protector of my flock I should prove myself, truly, to surrender it piecemeal into the claws of my inveterate enemy! Take yourself off, my fine fellow, before you chance to vex me!” III. The third attempt generally creates or dissipates the charm, cogitated Isegrim. May it be so in this present instance! As he mentally uttered this ejaculation, he found himself in the presence of a third shepherd.