I42 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

mind thou play’st no tricks with me,” said the
little gray man.

“Aye, master; to hear is to obey,” answered
Swiftstepper; and, striding over the forest as
easily as a man would walk over a grassy field,
his first step carried him half a mile; the next
step took him beyond the range of the smaller
hills, and with the next one he was out of
sight.

In a few moments the giant reappeared, the
same gigantic strides bringing him to the spot
where the little gray man stood, and the
struggling Wassa was placed before the little
man in gray.