Don Quijote.

While Don Quijote looked through the note book, Sancho-- moved to rapture by the gold pieces he'd found, of which there were more than a hundred-- was looking through the suitcase, poking into every corner, and into the cushion, too, peering and prying, even pulling seams apart, unraveling every single thread, to make sure he had overlooked nothing and done every thing he could. And even though he found no more, he would have sworn, now, that is was worth it-- the blanket-tossing, the vomiting up his master's balm, the blessings pounded into him by cudgels, the mule drivers; punches, the loss of his saddlebags, his stolen overcoat and all the hunger, thirst, and weariness he;d experienced in his grace Don Quijote service. It all seamed to him more than sufficiently repaid, now that he;d been rewarded with this treasure.




That seams like a lot to go through for a hundred gold peaces one might ask? Now days that would be like finding a thousand dollars in twenties, laying on the ground. Sancho in the rest of the story, did his best to keep that money. He did not want to part with it. Lucky for him so far he has not had to do anything with it. He also really wanted to make sure he did not miss any thing else that could of been in that suitcase. I can't say I blame him thought if you went through what he did.