_Christian._ Nay, look, does it not go along by the road-side? So _Hopeful_ went after him over the stile. When they were gone over, they found the path very easy for their feet; and withal, they saw one walking before them. They called and asked him, Whither that way led? He said, to mount _Zion_. Look there, said _Christian_. Did I not tell you so? So they followed, and he went before them; but the night coming on, they soon lost sight of him. He that went before (_Vain-confidence_ by name) not seeing the way, (for it was very dark) fell into a deep pit, which was dug there on purpose, and was dashed to pieces with his fall. Now they heard him fall, and called to know what was the matter; but there was none to answer, except with groans. Then said _Hopeful_, Where are we now? But _Christian_ was silent, fearing he had led him out of the way. And now it began to thunder and lighten, and rain; and the waters in the meadow rose amain. Then _Hopeful_ groaned in himself, and said, O that I had kept on my way! _Christian._ Who would have thought that this path should have led us out of the way? _Hopeful._ I was afraid at first, and should have spoke plainer, but that you are older than I. _Christian._ I am sorry I brought you out of the way. But we must not stand still. Let us go back. _Hopeful._ Let me go before. _Christian._ No. I led you out of the way. If there be any danger, let me be first therein. _Hopeful._ Nay, you shall not go first; for your mind being troubled, may bring you out of the way again. But by this time the waters were greatly risen, so that the way was very dangerous. Yet they resolved to go as far as they could. But it was so dark, and the flood so high, that they could not, with all the skill they had, get again to the stile that night. Wherefore, at last they sat down under a tree till day should break; but being weary, they fell asleep. Now there was not far off a castle called _Doubting-castle_, the owner whereof was giant _Despair_, who rising early in the morning, and walking out, found _Christian_ and _Hopeful_ asleep in his ground. With a surly voice, he bid them awake, and asked, whence they came, and what they did there? They told him they were pilgrims that had lost their way. Then said the giant, you have trespassed upon my ground, and therefore must go along with me. So he drove them before him into his castle, and cast them into a dark and dismal dungeon, where they sunk in the mire and dirt. And here they lay, without bread, or water, or light, or any to care for, or comfort them.