"It is no very good luck. I would sooner have stepped on a fretful tiger. Really, it is terrible—finding this boat."
The neighbors squinted eyes at each other and spoke. "A pity that you won't take of the find. Howbeit—good for us. We can make profitable use of these things." They were silly to say that.
Chueh Chun promptly loaded his donkey with silks, a burden worth, even in a beggars' market, double or more the thirty thousand cash left by his aunt. He donned a most sightly lilac-colored coat and departed.
Thus with his donkey laden and his own back resplendent, Chueh Chun fared onward toward Tsun Pu. Scarce had he gone two li when a band of brigands espied him. "There goes old Chueh Chun," said a brigand. "He is too poor to rob. That donkey of his is older than my own dear great-grandfather, and possesses a most deplorable temper." But the robber chief spoke. "Nonsense, you shallow pate. Look at his lilac robe. Look at the silks upon his beast. We could scarcely have better fortune though we opened sacks
