Bottles hesitated; the company shuddered out: "'Tis the Red Giant." "And I would be having one more word with you," continued the unseen person. "I have him here, and here I keep him. 'Tis not me that wants the little black rogue, what with his hammering on the door and his calling me out of my name. 'Tis no work that I like, and I would lever go in and put my heel in his face. But I was told to catch a little black man, and I have him, and him I will keep. 'Tis not me that wished to come here and catch little black men for anybody; but here I am in this foreign country, catching little black men, and I will have no interference." But here I gave a great call of recognition. "Paddy!" I saw the whole thing. This wild-headed Paddy, whom I had told to catch me a little black man, had followed after me toward Bath and somehow managed to barricade in a room the very first man he saw who was small and black. At first I wished to laugh; an instant later I was furious. "Paddy," I thundered; "come down out of that now! What would you be doing? Come down out of that now!" The reply was sulky, but unmistakably from Paddy. Most of it was mumbled. "Sure I've gone and caught as little and as black a man as is in the whole world, and was keeping the scoundrel here safe, and along he comes and tells me to come down out of that now with no more gratitude than if he had given me a gold goose. And yet I fought a duel for him and managed everything so finely that he came away well enough to box me on the ear, which was mere hilarity and means nothing between friends." Jem Bottles was still halted on the stair. He and all the others had listened to Paddy's speeches in a blank amazement which had much superstition in it. "Shall I go up, sir?" he asked, not eagerly. "No," said I. "Leave me to deal with it. I fear a great mistake. Give me ten minutes, and I promise to empty the inn of all uproar." A murmur of admiration arose, and as the sound leaped about my ears I moved casually and indifferently up against Paddy. It was a grand scene. "Paddy," I whispered as soon as I had reached a place on the stairs safe from the ears of the people below. "Paddy, you have made a great blunder. You have the wrong man." "'Tis unlikely," replied Paddy with scorn. "You wait until you see him, and if he is not little and black, then--" "Yes, yes," said I hastily, "but it was not any little black man at all which I wanted. It was a particular little black man." "But," said the ruffian brightly, "it would be possible this one will serve your end. He's little and he's black." At this moment the voice of the captive came intoning through the door of a chamber. "When I am free I will first cut out your liver and have it grilled, and feed it to you as you are dying." Paddy had stepped forward and placed his lips within about six inches of one of the panels.