“I am Iron Kneader, and should like to fight Shepherd Paul,” answered he. “Let us begin at once then,” replied Paul; and on this occasion also, Paul got the better of his foe, and they all four continued their journey. At midday they entered a forest, and Paul stopped suddenly. “We three will go and look for game,” he said, “and you, Tree Comber, will stay behind and prepare a good supper for us.” So Tree Comber set to work to boil and roast, and when dinner was nearly ready, a little dwarf with a pointed beard strolled up to the place. “What are you cooking?” asked he, “give me some of it.” “I’ll give you some on your back, if you like,” answered Tree Comber rudely. The dwarf took no notice, but waited patiently till the dinner was cooked, then suddenly throwing Tree Comber on the ground, he ate up the contents of the saucepan and vanished. Tree Comber felt rather ashamed of himself, and set about boiling some more vegetables, but they were still very hard when the hunters returned, and though they complained of his bad cooking, he did not tell them about the dwarf. Next day Stone Crusher was left behind, and after him Iron Kneader, and each time the dwarf appeared, and they fared no better than Tree Comber had done. The fourth day Paul said to them: “My friends, there must be some reason why your cooking has always been so bad, now you shall go and hunt and I will stay behind.” So they went off, amusing themselves by thinking what was in store for Paul. He set to work at once, and had just got all his vegetables simmering in the pot when the dwarf appeared as before, and asked to have some of the stew. “Be off,” cried Paul, snatching up the saucepan as he spoke. The dwarf tried to get hold of his collar, but Paul seized him by the beard, and tied him to a big tree so that he could not stir, and went on quietly with his cooking. The hunters came back early, longing to see how Paul had got on, and, to their surprise, dinner was quite ready for them. “You are great useless creatures,” said he, “who couldn’t even outwit that little dwarf. When we have finished supper I will show you what I have done with him!” But when they reached the place where Paul had left the dwarf, neither he nor the tree was to be seen, for the little fellow had pulled it up by the roots and run away, dragging it after him. The four friends followed the track of the tree and found that it ended in a deep hole. “He must have gone down here,” said Paul, “and I will go after him. See! there is a basket that will do for me to sit in, and a cord to lower me with. But when I pull the cord again, lose no time in drawing the basket up.” And he stepped into the basket, which was lowered by his friends.