Not one star was twinkling in the sky to lighten Peter's way as he sneaked sadly towards his home, but still he could distinctly recognise a dark form striding by his side, which at length said, 'It is all over with you, Peter Munk; all your splendour is at an end, and this I could have foretold you even at the time when you would not listen to me, but rather ran to the silly glass dwarf. You now see to what you have come by disregarding my advice. But try your fortune with me this time, I have compassion on your fate. No one ever yet repented of applying to me, and if you don't mind the walk to the Tannenbühl, I shall be there all day to-morrow and you may speak to me, if you will call.' Peter now very clearly perceived who was speaking to him, but feeling a sensation of awe, he made no answer and ran towards home. When, on the Monday morning, he came to his factory, he not only found his workmen, but also other people whom no one likes to see, viz. the bailiff and three beadles. The bailiff wished Peter good morning, asked him how he had slept, and then took from his pocket a long list of Peter's creditors, saying, with a stern look, 'Can you pay or not? Be short, for I have no time to lose, and you know it is full three leagues to the prison.' Peter in despair confessed he had nothing left, telling the bailiff he might value all the premises, horses and carts. But while they went about examining and valuing the things, Peter said to himself, 'Well, it is but a short way to the Tannenbühl, and as the _little_ man has not helped me, I will now for once try the _big_ man.' He ran towards the Tannenbühl as fast as if the beadles were at his heels. On passing the spot where the Little Glass Man had first spoken to him, he felt as if an invisible hand were stopping him, but he tore himself away and ran onwards till he came to the boundary which he had well marked. Scarcely had he, quite out of breath, called 'Dutch Michel, Mr. Dutch Michel!' when suddenly the gigantic raftsman with his pole stood before him. 'Have you come then?' said the latter, laughing. 'Were they going to fleece you and sell you to your creditors? Well, be easy, all your sorrow comes, as I have always said, from the Little Glass Man, the Separatist and Pietist. When one gives, one ought to give right plentifully and not like that skinflint. But come,' he continued, turning towards the forest, 'follow me to my house, there we'll see whether we can strike a bargain.'