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his sleigh-bells all the evening, but they are not
real sleigh-bells. We shall soon have him here.”
The little man sat and stared toward the forge
door, which stood open, and at the big bit of blue
sky, dotted by a few stars, that was visible beyond.
After a few minutes he sprang up.
“Do you see him?” he whispered. “"There he
comes creeping in. Don’t you see him in the
doorway?”
“I don’t see anything,” replied Eberhard. “You
are sleepy, my dear fellow, that is all.”
“I saw him quite distinctly against the light sky.
He wore his long wolfskin coat and fur cap. Now
he is in the shadow there, and I cannot see him.
See, there he is near the fire. He stånds close to
Kristian Bergh, but Kristian certainly does not see
him. Now he leans forward and throws something
into the fire. Oh, how wicked he looks—take care,
friends, take care!”
As he spoke, a sheet of flame shot out of the furnace
and covered the two smiths and their assistants
with a shower of cinders and sparks. But no
harm was done.
“"He would be revenged,” whispered Lövenborg.
“You are too crazy,” cried Eberhard. “You
ought to have had enough of such things.”
“You may think that and wish it, but it doesn’t
do much good. Don’t you see, my dear fellow, how
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