‘Yes,’ said I, ‘they are very nice things. I feel very strangely.’
’How do you feel, young man?
‘Very much afraid.’
’Afraid, at what? At the Flaming Tinman? Don’t be afraid of him. He won’t come back, and if he did, he shouldn’t touch you in this state, I’d fight him for you; but he won’t come back, so you needn’t be afraid of him.’
‘I’m not afraid of the Flaming Tinman.’
‘What, then, are you afraid of?’
‘The evil one.’
‘The evil one!’ said the girl, ‘where is he?’
‘Coming upon me.’
‘Never heed,’ said the girl, ‘I’ll stand by you.’
Hubbub of voices—No offence—Nodding—The guests.
The kitchen of the public-house was a large one, and many people were drinking in it; there was a confused hubbub of voices.
I sat down on a bench behind a deal table, of which there were three or four in the kitchen; presently a bulky man, in a green coat of the Newmarket cut, and without a hat, entered, and observing me, came up, and in rather a gruff tone cried, ‘Want anything, young fellow?’
‘Bring me a jug of ale,’ said I, ’if you are the master, as I suppose you are, by that same coat of yours, and your having no hat on your head.’
‘Don’t be saucy, young fellow,’ said the landlord, for such he was; ‘don’t be saucy, or—’ Whatever he intended to say he left unsaid, for fixing his eyes upon one of my hands, which I had placed by chance upon the table, he became suddenly still.