"I believe that," said Horace, whose hand was still sore and bruised from the grip of the day before. "What did you do then?"
"I went to my brother, the blacksmith.
"'Pierre!' I said to him, 'get up! Get up at once and light the fire in your forge. We have a demon to cage.'
"'Are the Germans here?' he asked.
"'Come at once,' I said, 'you are needed.'
"So, when he came out, I showed him the bird and told him the words of the master's wife.
"'What do you want me to do?' he asked.
"'Make me a cage of bands of twisted iron,' I said, 'which would defy the beak and talon of Jupiter's eagle that wields the thunderbolts, and finish it before daybreak.'
"So, all the long night through, I sat there in the forge, while the fetters were being made to hold this evil thing a prisoner. There is no bolt or screw in the cage, every bar is welded on the other, save for one intricate opening. Just before daylight it was done.