"Oh! don't cut my throat, sir," cried Pip, in terror. "Pray don't do it, sir." "Tell us your name!" said the man. "Quick!" "Pip, sir." "Once more," said the man, staring at him, "Give it mouth." "Pip. Pip, sir." "Show us where you live," said the man. "Point out the place." Pip showed him the village, about a mile or more from the church. The man looked at him for a moment, and then turned him upside down and emptied his pockets. He found nothing in them but a piece of bread, which he ate ravenously. "You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got.... Darn me if I couldn't eat 'em, and if I han't half a mind to!" Pip said earnestly that he hoped he would not. "Now lookee here," said the man. "Where's your mother?" "There sir," said Pip. At this the man started and seemed about to run away, but stopped and looked over his shoulder. "There, sir," explained Pip, showing him the tombstone. "Oh, and is that your father along of your mother?" "Yes, sir," said Pip. "Ha!" muttered the man, "then who d'ye live with--supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?" "My sister, sir, Mrs. Joe Gargery, wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir." "Blacksmith, eh?" said the man, and looked down at his leg. Then he seized the trembling little boy by both arms, and glaring down at him, he said-- "Now lookee here, the question being whether you're to be let to live. You know what a file is?" "Yes, sir." "And you know what wittles is. Something to eat?" "Yes, sir." "You get me a file, and you get me wittles--you bring 'em both to me." All this time he was tilting poor Pip backwards till he was so dreadfully frightened and giddy that he clung to the man with both hands. "You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live." Then he threatened all sorts of dreadful and terrible things to poor Pip if he failed to do all he had commanded, and made him solemnly promise to bring him what he wanted, and to keep the secret. Then he let him go, saying, "You remember what you've undertook, and you get home." "Goo--good-night, sir," faltered Pip. "Much of that!" said he, glancing over the cold wet flat. "I wish I was a frog or a eel!" Pip ran home without stopping. Joe was sitting in the chimney-corner, and told him Mrs. Joe had been out to look for him, and taken Tickler with her. Tickler was a cane, and Pip was rather downhearted by this piece of news.