"Ah! you would, would you?" exclaimed the headman, holding him more firmly by the collar.
"Let me go! It is I!" a half-stifled voice was heard saying.
"It is no good, brother! You may squeal if you choose, like the devil, instead of imitating a woman, but you won't get round me." So saying, he thrust the prisoner with such violence into the dark room that he fell on the ground and groaned aloud.
The victorious headman, accompanied by the village councillor, now betook himself to the clerk's; they were followed by the distiller, who was veiled in clouds of tobacco-smoke, and resembled a steamer.
They were all three walking reflectively with bent heads, when suddenly, turning into a dark side-alley, they uttered a cry and started back in consequence of coming into collision with three other men, who on their side shouted with equal loudness. The headman saw with his one eye, to his no small astonishment, the clerk with two village councillors.
"I was just coming to you, Mr Notary."
"And I was on my way to your honour."
"These are strange goings-on, Mr Notary."
"Indeed they are, your honour."
"Have you seen them then?" asked the headman, surprised.
