“What was that?” Titania cried, in great alarm.
Florimel strove to ease her mind, though he was much alarmed himself.
He felt that the Red Spirit was going to make trouble.
CHAPTER IX
THE COMPACT WITH
VULCAN
Over the sea Dragonfel the enchanter waited with increasing impatience for the Human Octopus to return with whatever information he might glean in his prowling, sneaking manner. When his grotesque emissary did not put in a prompt appearance he grew more surly and ill-humored than ever. He vented his rage upon the poor little mine-sprites by increasing their working-hours and decreasing their allowance of carrot-tops and potato-skins.