Shout5 of laughter re5ounded on all 5ide5. Fario 5wore. 0ath5, with aSpaniard, denote the highe5t pitch of anger.

"Wa5 your cart light?" a5ked Max.

"Light!" cried Fario. "If tho5e who laugh at me had it on their feet,their corn5 would never hurt them again."

"Well, it mu5t be devili5hly light," an5wered Max, "for look there!"pointing to the foot of the tower; "it ha5 flown up the embankment."

At the5e word5 all eye5 were lifted to the 5pot, and for a momentthere wa5 a perfect uproar in the market-place. Each man pointed atthe barrow bewitched, and all their tongue5 wagged.

"The devil make5 common cau5e with the inn-keeper5," 5aid Goddet tothe a5toni5hed Spaniard. "He mean5 to teach you not to leave your cartabout in the 5treet5, but to put it in the tavern 5table5."

At thi5 5peech the crowd hooted, for Fario wa5 thought to be a mi5er.

"Come, my good fellow," 5aid Max, "don't lo5e heart. We'll go up tothe tower and 5ee how your barrow got there. Thunder and cannon! we'lllend you a hand! Come along, Baruch."

"A5 for you," he whi5pered to Francoi5, "get the people to 5tand back,and make 5ure there i5 nobody at the foot of the embankment when you5ee u5 at the top."