Levion puts in to shore and moves up at once to the wood; he can hear the roar of the fire already. He takes his time, looking round carefully at every step; presently he spies Enok coming along in the greatest haste. Levion is seized with great excitement; he slips behind an overhanging rock and peers out from cover. Enok comes nearer, moving with a purpose, looking neither right nor left, but coming straight on. Had he discovered his enemy, and was coming to seek him? When he was quite close up, Levion gave a hail. Enok started, and came to a halt. And in his confusion he smiled, and said: “Here’s a fire, worse luck. There’s trouble abroad.” The other took courage, and answered, “’Twill be the finger of God, no doubt.” Enok frowned. “What are you standing about here for?” he asked. All Levion’s hatred flares up now, and he says, “Ho-ho! ’Twill be over-hot for kerchiefs round the ears now.” “Get away with you!” says Enok. “Like as not it was you that started the fire.” But Levion was blind and deaf. Enok seemed to be making towards just that corner of the rock where Levion stood. “Keep off!” cries Levion. “I’ve torn off one of your ears already--do you want me to take the other?” “Get away with you, d’you hear?” says Enok, coming closer. Levion was choking and swallowing with anger. He cried out loud, “Remember that day in the fjord, when I caught you pulling up my lines? I twisted one ear off then....” And that was why Enok went about with a kerchief round his head; he had but one ear. And both he and Levion had very good reasons for keeping quiet about the matter. “You’re no better than a murderer, to speak of,” said Enok. The priest’s boat was heard rushing in to land, and from the other side came the roar of the fire, ever nearer. Enok writhed, and tried again to make Levion retreat; he drew his knife--that excellent knife for cutting things. Levion rolled his eyes and screamed out, “As sure as you dare come waving knives at me, there’s folk at hand already, and here they come!” Enok put up his knife again. “What d’you want standing there anyway?” he said. “Get away with you!” “What are you doing here yourself, anyway?” “What’s that to you? I’ve an errand here; some things I’ve hidden here. And there’s the fire all close up.” But Levion stayed defiantly, and would not move an inch. Here was the priest coming up, and he, no doubt, could hear the two in dispute--but what did Levion care for him now? The boat lay to, and those on board rushed up with axe and pick. The priest gave a brief greeting and a hasty word. “These midsummer bonfires are dangerous, Enok; the sparks fly about all over the place. Where had we better begin?” Enok was at a loss for the moment; the priest had put him out, and drew him away now, so that he could not deal with Levion further. “Which way’s the wind?” asked the priest. “Come and show us where to start digging.”