cared about it, for the more he screeched the sooner he would be well, they thought.
So when the lad had done his doctoring, he set off from the farm as fast as he could; but they followed fast on his heels, and overtook him, and threw him into prison, and the end was, he was doomed to be hanged.
And the old hunks was so angry with him, even then, that he would not have him hanged till he was quite well, so that he might hang him with his own hands.
So while the lad sat there in prison waiting to be hanged, one of the serving-men came out by night and stole kail in the garden of the old hunks, and the lad saw him.
"So, so," said he to himself, "master thief, it will be odd if I don't play off a trick or two with you before I am hanged."
And so when time went on, and the man was so well he thought he had strength enough to hang him, he made them set up a gallows down by the way to the mill, so that he might see the body hanging every time he went to the mill. So they set out to hang the lad; and when they had gone a bit of a way, the lad said—
"You will not refuse to let me talk alone with your servant who grinds down yonder at the mill? I did him a bad turn once, and I wish now to confess it, and beg him for forgiveness before I die."
Yes, he might have leave to do that.
"Heaven help you!" he said to the miller's man.
"Now your master is coming to hang you because you stole kail in his garden."
