To Davy's dismay, however, the savage was sitting in the shade of one of the dusters, complacently reading the little red book, and he was just wondering whether or not he would be able to get out of the place without being seen, when the little creature looked up at him with a tremendous smile on his face, and Davy saw, to his astonishment, that he was the Goblin, dressed up like an Ethiopian serenader. "Oh! you dear, delicious old Goblin!" cried Davy, in an ecstasy of joy at again finding his travelling-companion. "And were you the savage that was chasing me just now?" The Goblin nodded his head, and, exclaiming "My, how you did cut and run!" rolled over and over, kicking his heels about in a delirium of enjoyment. "Goblin," said Davy, gravely, "I think we could have just as good a time without any such doings as that." "_I_ couldn't," said the Goblin, sitting up again and speaking very positively; "it's about all the fun I have." "Well, then," said Davy, "I wish you wouldn't be disappearing all the time. I think that is a very disagreeable habit." "Rubbish!" said the Goblin, with a chuckle. "That's only my way of getting a vacation." "And where do you go?" inquired Davy; but this proved to be a very unfortunate question, for the Goblin immediately began fading away in such an alarming manner that he would certainly have gone entirely out of sight if Davy had not caught him by the coat-collar and pulled him into view again with a gentle shake. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" said Davy, who was greatly alarmed by this narrow escape. "I really don't care to know about that; I only want to know what place this is." The Goblin stared about him in a dazed manner for a moment, and then said, "Sindbad the Sailor's house." "Really and truly?" said the delighted Davy. "Really and treally truly," said the Goblin. "And here he comes now!" Davy looked around and saw an old man coming toward them across the lawn. He was dressed in a Turkish costume, and wore a large turban and red morocco slippers turned up at the toes like skates; and his white beard was so long that at every fourth step he trod upon it and fell flat on his face. He took no notice whatever of either Davy or the Goblin, and, after falling down a number of times, took his seat upon one of the little carpet footstools, and taking off his turban began stirring about in it with a large wooden spoon. As he took off his turban Davy saw that his head, which was perfectly bald, was neatly laid out in black and white squares like a chess-board. "This here Turk is the most reckless old story-teller that ever was born," said the Goblin, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at Sindbad. "You can't believe half he tells you." "I'd like to hear one of his stories, for all that," said Davy. "All right!" said the Goblin, promptly; "just come along with me, and he'll give us a whopper."