'Ah! I should like to have him so much!' said the farmer, begging very
hard.

'Well!' said Little Klaus at last, 'as you have been so good as to give
me shelter to-night, I will sell him. You shall have the wizard for a
bushel of money, but I must have full measure.'

'That you shall,' said the farmer. 'But you must take the chest with
you. I won't keep it another hour in the house. Who knows that he isn't
in there still?'

Little Klaus gave the farmer his sack with the dry skin, and got instead
a good bushelful of money. The farmer also gave him a wheelbarrow to
carry away his money and the chest. 'Farewell,' said Little Klaus; and
away he went with his money and the big chest, wherein sat the sexton.

On the other side of the wood was a large deep river. The water flowed
so rapidly that you could scarcely swim against the stream.

A great new bridge had been built over it, on the middle of which Little
Klaus stopped, and said aloud so that the sexton might hear:

'Now, what am I to do with this stupid chest? It is as heavy as if it
were filled with stones! I shall only be tired, dragging it along; I
will throw it into the river. If it swims home to me, well and good; and
if it doesn't, it's no matter.'

Then he took the chest with one hand and lifted it up a little, as if he
were going to throw it into the water.

'No, don't do that!' called out the sexton in the chest. 'Let me get out
first!'

'Oh, oh!' said Little Klaus, pretending that he was afraid. 'He is still
in there! I must throw him quickly into the water to drown him!'

'Oh! no, no!' cried the sexton. 'I will give you a whole bushelful of
money if you will let me go!'

'Ah, that's quite another thing!' said Little Klaus, opening the chest.
The sexton crept out very quickly, pushed the empty chest into the water
and went to his house, where he gave Little Klaus a bushel of money. One
he had had already from the farmer, and now he had his wheelbarrow full
of money.

'Well, I have got a good price for the horse!' said he to himself when
he shook all his money out in a heap in his room. 'This will put Big
Klaus in a rage when he hears how rich I have become through my one
horse; but I won't tell him just yet!'

So he sent a boy to Big Klaus to borrow a bushel measure from him.

'Now what can he want with it?' thought Big Klaus; and he smeared some
tar at the bottom, so that of whatever was measured a little should
remain in it. And this is just