CHIEF. Give him some more. [ They whip ] Well—thought of something?
PEASANTS' IMP. Yes—yes, I have!
CHIEF. Well, tell us what it is.
PEASANTS' IMP. I've invented a dodge that will bring them all into my grasp, if you'll only let me take a labourer's place with that peasant. But I can't explain what it is beforehand.
CHIEF. All right. Only remember, that if you don't atone for that crust within three years, I'll flay you alive!
PEASANTS' IMP. They'll all be mine in three years' time.
CHIEF. All right. When the three years are past, I shall come and see for myself!
Curtain.
ACT III
A barn. Carts loaded with grain. The Imp as a Labourer. He is shovelling grain off the cart, and the Peasant is carrying it away in a measure.