en Morag and the horse's head. Crom Duv was just beside
them. "Away, Pooka, away," said Flann, and the horse started through the
wood like the wind of March.

And then Crom Duv blew on the horn that was across his breast and the
Bull of the Mound bellowed in answer. As they went by the mound the Bull
charged down and its horns tossed the tail of the Pooka's horse. The
Bull turned and swept after them with his head down and hot breath
coming out of his nostrils. And when they were in the hollow he was on
the height, and when they were on the height he was in the hollow. And a
hollow or a height behind his Bull came Crom Duv himself.

Then the breath of the Bull became hot upon Morag and Flann and the
Pooka. "Oh, what shall we do now?" said Morag to the Pooka who was
hanging on to the horse's tail, his little face all twisted up with
fear.

"Put your hand into my horse's ear and fling behind what you will find
there," said the Pooka, his teeth chattering. Flann put his hand into
the horse's right ear and found a twig of ash. He flung it behind them.
Instantly a tangled wood sprang up. They heard the Bull driving through
the tangle of the wood and they heard Crom Duv shouting as he smashed
his way through the brakes and branches. But the Bull and the man got
through the wood and again they began to gain on the Pooka's horse.
Again the breath of the Bull became hot upon them. "Oh, Pooka, what
shall we do now?" said Morag.

"Put your hand into my horse's ear and fling behind what you will find
there," said the Pooka, his teeth chattering with fear as he held on to
his horse's tail. Flann put his hand into the horse's left ear and he
found a bubble of water. He flung it behind them. Instantly it spread
out as a lake and as they rode on, the lake waters spread behind them.

Morag and Flann never knew whether the Giant and the Bull went into that
lake, or if they did, whether they ever came out of it. They crossed the
river that marked the bounds of Crom Duv's domain and they were safe.
Flann pulled up the horse and jumped on to the ground. Morag sprang down
with the Little Red Hen. Then the Pooka swung forward and whispered into
his horse's ear. Instantly it struck fire out of its hooves and sprang
down the side of a hill. From that day to this Morag nor Flann ever saw
sight of the Pooka and his big, black, snorting and foaming horse.

"Dost thou know where we are, my Little Red Hen?" said Morag when the
sun was in the