ered his lady friend, the
Ladder.

'Ladder, Ladder, come out of thy hold,
Or Drakestail's days will soon be told.'

My friend Ladder, who was only waiting for these words, hastens out,
leans her two arms on the edge of the well, then Drakestail climbs
nimbly on her back, and hop! he is in the yard, where he begins to sing
louder than ever.

When the King, who was still at table and laughing at the good trick he
had played his creditor, heard him again reclaiming his money, he became
livid with rage.

He commanded that the furnace should be heated, and this tail of a drake
thrown into it, because he must be a sorcerer.

The furnace was soon hot, but this time Drakestail was not so afraid; he
counted on his sweetheart, my friend River.

'River, River, outward flow,
Or to death Drakestail must go.'

My friend River hastens out, and errouf! throws herself into the
furnace, which she floods, with all the people who had lighted it; after
which she flowed growling into the hall of the palace to the height of
more than four feet.

And Drakestail, quite content, begins to swim, singing deafeningly,
'Quack, quack, quack, when shall I get my money back?'

The King was still at table, and thought himself quite sure of his game;
but when he heard Drakestail singing again, and when they told him all
that had passed, he became furious and got up from table brandishing his
fists.

'Bring him here, and I'll cut his throat! bring him here quick!' cried
he.

And quickly two footmen ran to fetch Drakestail.

'At last,' said the poor chap, going up the great stairs, 'they have
decided to receive me.'

Imagine his terror when on entering he sees the King as red as a turkey
cock, and all his ministers attending him standing sword in hand. He
thought this time it was all up with him. Happily, he remembered that
there was still one remaining friend, and he cried with dying accents:

'Wasp's-nest, Wasp's-nest, make a sally,
Or Drakestail nevermore may rally.'

Hereupon the scene changes.

'Bs, bs, bayonet them! 'The brave Wasp's-nest rushes out with all his
wasps. They threw themselves on the infuriated King and his ministers,
and stung them so fiercely in the face that they lost their heads, and
not knowing where to hide themselves they all jumped pell-mell from the
window and broke their necks on the pavement.

Behold Drakestail much astonished, all alone in the big saloon and
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