"Well, almost. It would be better if it were quite out. Now come. It's dangerous for a boy like you to be alone with the Snap-Dragons tonight." "Fiddlesticks!" said Harry. "Go your own way, then!" said the hot-tempered gentleman; and he bounced out of the room, and Harry was left alone. * * * * * He crept up to the table, where one little pale blue flame flickered in the snap-dragon dish. "What a pity it should go out!" said Harry. At this moment the brandy bottle on the sideboard caught his eye. "Just a little more," murmured Harry to himself; and he uncorked the bottle, and poured a little brandy on to the flame. Now, of course, as soon as the brandy touched the fire, all the brandy in the bottle blazed up at once, and the bottle split to pieces; and it was very fortunate for Harry that he did not get seriously hurt. A little of the hot brandy did get into his eyes, and made them smart, so that he had to shut them for a few seconds. But when he opened them again what a sight he saw! All over the room the blue flames leaped and danced as they had leaped and danced in the soup-plate with the raisins. And Harry saw that each successive flame was the fold in the long body of a bright-blue Dragon, which moved like the body of a snake. And the room was full of these Dragons. In the face they were like the dragons one sees made of very old blue and white china; and they had forked tongues like the tongues of serpents. They were most beautiful in color, being sky-blue. Lobsters who have just changed their coats are very handsome, but the violet and indigo of a lobster's coat is nothing to the brilliant sky-blue of a Snap-Dragon. How they leaped about! They were forever leaping over each other like seals at play. But if it was "play" at all with them, it was of a very rough kind; for as they jumped, they snapped and barked at each other, and their barking was like that of the barking Gnu in the Zoological Gardens; and from time to time they tore the hair out of each other's heads with their claws, and scattered it about the floor. And as it dropped it was like the flecks of flame people shake from their fingers when they are eating snap-dragon raisins. Harry stood aghast. "What fun!" said a voice close by him; and he saw that one of the Dragons was lying near, and not joining in the game. He had lost one of the forks of his tongue by accident, and could not bark for a while. "I'm glad you think it funny," said Harry; "I don't." "That's right. Snap away!" sneered the Dragon. "You're a perfect treasure. They'll take you in with them the third round." "Not those creatures?" cried Harry. "Yes, those creatures. And if I hadn't lost my bark, I'd be the first to lead you off," said the Dragon. "Oh, the game will exactly suit you." "What is it, please?" Harry asked.