he could discover flashing from him already. Then having received the boy's thanks for his generosity he also spurred his horse, and rode after his master as fast as the fire flashes from flint.
"And now," said the wily imp, sidling close up to Wayland's horse, and cutting a gambol in the air which seemed to vindicate his title to relationship with the prince of that element, "I have told them who YOU are, do you in return tell me who I am?"
"Either Flibbertigibbet," answered Wayland Smith, "or else an imp of the devil in good earnest."
"Thou hast hit it," answered Dickie Sludge. "I am thine own Flibbertigibbet, man; and I have broken forth of bounds, along with my learned preceptor, as I told thee I would do, whether he would or not. But what lady hast thou got with thee? I saw thou wert at fault the first question was asked, and so I drew up for thy assistance. But I must know all who she is, dear Wayland."
"Thou shalt know fifty finer things, my dear ingle," said Wayland; "but a truce to thine inquiries just now. And since you are bound for Kenilworth, thither will I too, even for the love of thy sweet face and waggish company."
"Thou shouldst have said my waggish face and sweet company," said Dickie; "but how wilt thou travel with us--I mean in what character?"
"E'en in that thou hast assigned me, to be sure--as a juggler; thou knowest I am used to the craft," answered Wayland.
"Ay, but the lady?" answered Flibbertigibbet. "Credit
