But just as he was trying to get through the inn-door which would
scarcely keep still long enough for him to find it, up came the landlord
and caught him by the sleeve.

"See here, master," said he, "thou hasn't paid for thy score--where's
thy money?"

"Haven't any!" said the fool, and pulled out his pockets to show they
were empty.

"What!" said the landlord, and swore; "thou 'st drunk all my liquor and
haven't got nought to pay for it with!"

"Hi!" said the fool. "You told me to drink so as to get a coat o' clay;
but as I'm a wise man now I don't mind helping thee along in the world
a bit, for though I'm a smart fellow I'm not too proud to my friends."

"Wise man! smart fellow!" said the landlord, "and help me along, wilt
thee? Dang it! thou 'rt the biggest fool I ever saw, and it's I'll help
_thee_ first--out o' this!"

And he kicked him out of the door into the road and swore at him.

"Hum," said the fool, as he lay in the dust, "I'm not so wise as I
thought. I guess I'll go back to the wise woman and tell her there's a
screw loose somewhere."

So up he got and went along to her house, and found her sitting at the
door.