Chauvelin without another word threw the five pieces of gold one by one before the Jew, who knelt down, and on his hands and knees struggled to collect them. One rolled away, and he had some trouble to get it, for it had lodged underneath the dresser. Chauvelin quietly waited while the old man scrambled on the floor, to find the piece of gold.
When the Jew was again on his feet, Chauvelin said,--"How soon can your horse and cart be ready?""They are ready now, your Honour."
"Where?"
"Not ten meters from this door. Will your Excellency deign to look.""I don't want to see it. How far can you drive me in it?""As far as the Pere Blanchard's hut, your Honour, and further than Reuben's nag took your friend. I am sure that, not two leagues from here, we shall come across that wily Reuben, his nag, his cart and the tall stranger all in a heap in the middle of the road.""How far is the nearest village from here?""On the road which the Englishman took, Miquelon is the nearest village, not two leagues from here.""There he could get fresh conveyance, if he wanted to go further?""He could--if he ever got so far."
"Can you?"
"Will your Excellency try?" said the Jew simply.