," said the smith, sinking his hammer, and
assuming a more gentle and submissive tone of voice, "that when so poor
a man does his day's job, he might be permitted to work it out after his
own fashion. Your horse is shod, and your farrier paid--what need you
cumber yourself further than to mount and pursue your journey?"

"Nay, friend, you are mistaken," replied Tressilian; "every man has a
right to take the mask from the face of a cheat and a juggler; and your
mode of living raises suspicion that you are both."

"If you are so determined; sir," said the smith, "I cannot help myself
save by force, which I were unwilling to use towards you, Master
Tressilian; not that I fear your weapon, but because I know you to be
a worthy, kind, and well-accomplished gentleman, who would rather help
than harm a poor man that is in a strait."

"Well said, Wayland," said the boy, who had anxiously awaited the issue
of their conference. "But let us to thy den, man, for it is ill for thy
health to stand here talking in the open air."

"Thou art right, Hobgoblin," replied the smith; and going to the little
thicket of gorse on the side nearest to the circle, and opposite to that
at which his customer had so lately crouched, he discovered a trap-door
curiously covered with bushes, raised it, and, descending into the
earth, vanished from their eyes. Notwithstanding Tressilian's curiosity,
he had some hesitation at following the fellow into what might be a den
of robbers, especially when he heard the smith's voice, issuing from the
bowels of the earth, call out, "Flibertigibbet, do you come last, and be
sure to fasten the trap!"

"Have you seen enough of Wayland Smith now?" whispered the urchin
to Tressilian, with an arch sneer, as if marking his companion's
uncertainty.

"Not yet," said Tressilian firmly; and shaking off his momentary
irresolution, he descended into the narrow staircase, to which the
entrance led, and was followed by Dickie Sludge, who made fast the
trap-door behind him, and thus excluded every glimmer of daylight. The
descent, however, was only a few steps, and led to a level passage of
a few yards' length, at the end of which appeared the reflection of a
lurid and red light. Arrived at this point, with his drawn sword in
his hand, Tressilian found that a turn to the left admitted him and
Hobgoblin, who followed closely, into a small, square vault, containing
a smith's forge, glowing with charcoal, the vapour of which f