"He thought not of his own danger, as he hastily ascended the hill; when he gained its summit, surprise and joy filled his heart. The goat was alive and unhurt, though struggling to free herself from the cord which bound her. The door of the chapel was closed, and the head of the wolf, its eyes glowing with rage, and the foam flying from its mouth, was seen through one of the grated windows. "When the wolf saw George, it renewed its effort to burst the iron bars, but the goat became still, and began to bleat for joy. How the affair had happened was this: When the wolf scented the goat, and spied her at the door, he suddenly sprang towards her—she retreated into the chapel, but as she was tied fast to the door, which opened inwards, she could not advance, and turned aside to conceal herself behind the open door. The wolf having for a moment lost sight of her, ran into the chapel, which the goat perceiving, rushed out, and pulled the door by the string after her, thus making a prisoner of the wolf. "George stood for a few moments in great surprise, caressing his goat and looking at the monster shut up within the chapel. But soon he was disturbed by a number of persons, all rudely armed, ascending the hill. It seemed that the prince of the country had offered ten gilders to any one who should take the wolf alive or dead, and all were anxious to secure the prize. With them came the old man that George had so recently assisted, armed with a long sharp hunting-knife. "'The reward is yours,' he said to George, 'our gracious prince will undoubtedly bestow it upon you.' "'In that case,' George answered, 'I can buy a cow for my mother, and then you shall have the goat. If I had not met you at the chapel, I should have untied my goat, instead of leaving it there alone, and most likely have fallen a victim to the fury of the monster. I should have lost my goat, and my life too.' "While they were yet speaking, the wild strain of a bugle horn was heard, and then the deep bay of the hounds, and then the shouts of men, and then a gay cavalcade came riding up the hill, led by the Knight Ulrich. A loud shout broke from the crowd—a shout which was replied to by the hunting-party— "'Stand back,' cried the knight, 'what of our old enemy the wolf?' "We have him here, so please your worship,' said one of the crowd, 'and this good lad has taken him alive.' "'What! Another David?' cried the knight. 'Well-done, my brave boy, you may yet wear golden spurs. You have done a noble deed.' "Young Conrad, who rode at his father's side, smiled upon the young peasant, who stood still with the goat beside him. The knight rode up to the window of the chapel. "'True, beyond a doubt,' said he, 'the wolf is surely there; the stoutest brute I have ever seen. How shall we serve him?' "One of the party suggested that in order to avoid endangering human life, the best plan would be to starve the wolf to death; but the knight spurned the proposal: