Part 136 (1/2)

”You should try and get some honest employment again. You've shown that you can succeed.”

Ferdinand whistled. ”In such a paltry way as that! Many thanks for the good advice! You'd like me to look after a bloated aristocrat's geese and then sit on the steps and eat dry bread to the smell of the roast bird, would you? No, thank you! And even if I did--what then? You may be quite sure they'd keep a good watch on a fellow, if he tried an honest job, and it wouldn't be two days before the shadow was there. 'What's this about Ferdinand? I hear things are not all square with him. I'm sorry, for he's really worked well; but he'd better look out for another place.' That's what the decent ones would do; the others would simply wait until his wages were due and take something off--because he'd been in once. They could never be sure that he hadn't stolen something from them, could they? and it's best to be careful! If you make a fuss, you're called a thief to your face. I've tried it, let me tell you!

And now you can try it yourself. You'll be in again as soon as ever the spring comes! The worst of it is that it gets more every time; a fellow like me may get five years for stealing five krones (five s.h.i.+llings).

Isn't that a shame? So it's just as well to do something to make it worth while. It wouldn't matter if you could only get a good hit at it all. It's all one to me now that mother's dead. There's a child crying, but it's not for me. There isn't a soul that would shed a tear if I had to lay my head on the block. They'd come and stare, that's what they'd do--and I should get properly into the papers!

”Wicked? Of course I'm wicked! Sometimes I feel like one great sore, and would like to let them hear all about it. There's no such thing as gentle hands. That's only a lie, so I owe nothing to anybody. Several times while I've been in there I've made up my mind to kill the warder, just so as to have a hit at something; for he hadn't done me any harm.

But then I thought after all it was stupid. I'd no objection to kick the bucket; it would be a pleasant change anyhow to sitting in prison all one's life. But then you'd want to do something first that would make a stir. That's what I feel!”

They walked on at a good pace, their faces turned in the direction of the smoky mist of the town far ahead, Ferdinand chewing his quid and spitting incessantly. His hardened, bulldog face with its bloodshot eyes was entirely without expression now that he was silent.

A peasant lad came toward them, singing at the top of his voice. He must have been about twelve or fourteen years of age.

”What are you so happy about, boy?” asked Ferdinand, stopping him.

”I took a heifer into the town, and I got two krones (two s.h.i.+llings) for the job,” answered the boy, smiling all over his face.

”You must have been up early then,” said Pelle.

”Yes, I left home at three last night. But now I've earned a day's wages, and can take it easy the rest of the day!” answered the boy, throwing the two-krone piece into the air and catching it again.

”Take care you don't lose it,” said Ferdinand, following the coin with covetous eyes.

The boy laughed merrily.

”Let's see whether it's a good one. They're a fearful lot of thieves on the market in there.”

The boy handed him the coin. ”Ah, yes, it's one of those that you can break in half and make two of,” said Ferdinand, doing a few juggling tricks with it. ”I suppose I may keep one?” His expression had become lively and he winked maliciously at Pelle as he stood playing with the coin so that it appeared to be two. ”There you are; that's yours,” he said, pressing the piece of money firmly into the boy's hand. ”Take good care of it, so that you don't get a scolding from your mother.”

The boy opened his empty hand in wonderment. ”Give me my two-krone!” he said, smiling uncertainly.

”What the devil--I've given it you once!” said Ferdinand, pus.h.i.+ng the boy aside roughly and beginning to walk on.

The boy followed him and begged persistently for his money. Then he began to cry.

”Give him his money!” said Pelle crossly. ”It's not amusing now.”

”Amusing?” exclaimed Ferdinand, stopping abruptly and gazing at him in amazement. ”Do you think I play for small sums? What do I care about the boy! He may take himself off; I'm not his father.”

Pelle looked at him a moment without comprehending; then he took a paper containing a few silver coins out of his waistcoat pocket, and handed the boy two krones. The boy stood motionless with amazement for a moment, but then, seizing the money, he darted away as quickly as he could go.

Ferdinand went on, growling to himself and blinking his eyes. Suddenly he stopped and exclaimed: ”I'll just tell you as a warning that if it wasn't you, and because I don't want to have this day spoiled, I'd have cracked your skull for you; for no one else would have played me that trick. Do you understand?” And he stood still again and pushed his heavy brow close to Pelle's face.

Quick as thought, Pelle seized him by his collar and trousers, and threw him forcibly onto a heap of stones. ”That's the second time to-day that you've threatened to crack my skull,” he said in fury, pounding Ferdinand's head against the stones. For a few moments he held him down firmly, but then released him and helped him to rise. Ferdinand was crimson in the face, and stood swaying, ready to throw himself upon Pelle, while his gaze wandered round in search of a weapon. Then he hesitatingly drew the two-krone piece out of his pocket, and handed it to Pelle in sign of subjection.

”You may keep it,” said Pelle condescendingly.

Ferdinand quickly pocketed it again, and began to brush the mud off his clothes. ”The skilly in there doesn't seem to have weakened you much,”

he said, shaking himself good-naturedly as they went on. ”You've still got a confounded hard hand. But what I can't understand is why you should be so sorry for a hobbledehoy like that. He can take care of himself without us.”

”Weren't you once sorry too for a little fellow when some one wanted to take his money away from him?”

”Oh, that little fellow in the 'Ark' who was going to fetch the medicine for his mother? That's such a long time ago!”