awhile and, taking the cap off, he hid it carefully in his bosom. "Now I wonder what our next adventure will be."
They had not gone far before they came to a cross-roads where there was a great cloud of dust and, hearing shouts and angry words, they hastened to see what it all meant. In the midst of the dust were half a dozen ugly dwarfs, fighting furiously, screaming and cursing each other.
"You try your hand at this!" said Schalu to his friend. "This shall be your adventure." So Saran stamped upon the ground and called out "Stop!" in a loud voice, but the dwarfs paid no attention to him at all. "Stop, I say!" he repeated louder than before. "I have a great marvel to show you!" At the word "marvel" the fighters ceased at once and stood staring at the two friends.
"Marvel, did you say?" exclaimed the leader. "Pooh! I don't care how wonderful it is, it can't be as great as ours!"
"What is yours?" said Saran. "If it
