started toward Leiba as if he were going to fall upon him.
Fortunately, just at this moment, guests came to the hostelry, because the stage had just driven up. George began to grin. “What? You weren't afraid, were you, Mr. Leiba? See—I'm going!”
Then he bent over the table toward Leiba making him shrink back as far as possible, and whispered: “You just wait till Easter night! We'll pick red eggs together! Then you'll find I've reckoned up your account!”
The guests entered the rest-house.
“Goodbye till Easter, Mr. Leiba!” added George as he went out the door.
Leiba went to the authorities, put the case before them and asked for protection. The sub-prefect—a merry young fellow—was the first one to learn the modest request preferred by Leiba, and he began at once to laugh and to make fun of the trembling Jew. Leiba tried to make him comprehend the danger of the situation. He explained that the rest-house was in a lonely place, far from a village—yes, even off the highway. But the sub-prefect merely told him in a jocular manner to brace up and try to be sensible. Moreover he
