"Oh no, he's lingering now, but quite given over; and has a priest with him. Father Donay--you know him, mother?" "No, I don't." "You know _of_ him then, and that's much the same--almost as good." "Or almost as bad, Franz. I don't know any good of him." "Why, now, didn't he get me out of a scrape, when I'd like to have been shot?" "By telling a lie, Franz." "Fiddlestick, mother! 'A charitable fraud,' he called it, mother." "Well, Franz, he'll take his payment out of you, some day or other, 'tis my opinion, if he finds you can be of any use to him." "If I can be of any use to him, certainly I will, out of gratitude, mother. One good turn, you know, deserves another." "And one bad turn--I mean one bad or deceitful or treacherous action to screen a companion is often followed, in due course, by that companion being asked, nay, commanded, to do some dirty trick in return." "Well, mother, you will have your say. But I was going to tell you, that Martin Teimer joined us just as Dittfurt fell, and helped us well; and as soon as it was known that the Commander-in-Chief was captured and mortally wounded, the Bavarians lost all heart, and laid down their arms to a man. So, then we had jolly work!" "Ah, don't tell me all about the slaying and slaughtering!" "Why, there was _none_, mother! A Tyrolese kill a captured foe in cold blood?--Oh, fie!" "All about the sacking and pillaging, then--" "Well, a few of the Jews' houses were attacked; but to no good; for Father Joachim and the Sandwirth made our fellows refund everything they had thought lawful spoil--" "Ha, ha!" "Oh, come, it was no joking matter. I think a Christian might fleece a Jew, without much harm done. However, others thought differently; and 'tis a certain fact, mother, that one of our fellows, who had carried off the heavy iron door of a Jew's strong room before the stir was made by the Sandwirth, and got clear of the city with it, walked fourteen hours, that is to say all last night, with that great heavy iron door on his back, thinking it mighty clever to get it safe to his cottage." "What did he mean to do with it?" "I doubt if he knows, any more than I do. However, he had been at home an hour or so, and was telling his wife, who had just been confined, all about the day's work, with great glee; when--in walks the priest. 'What have we here?' says he, stumbling over the iron door. As soon as ever he heard how it was come by,--'Now you go,' says the priest, 'and carry that door all the way back again. The commandment says, Thou shalt not steal, without saying of Jew or Christian; take it back this minute! It will be a suitable penance; for believe me, my son, thou hast sinned.' So the poor fellow heaved it up again, though his back was half broken already, and trudged away with it, as meek as a lamb; and when I met him, he was half way to Innsbruck." "He'll come back with a lightened heart, as well as lightened shoulders, Franz."