Then he heard a gruff voice saying:
“Hullo, there! What are you doing with my brogues?”
Of course it was wicked old Wetehinen who had played that trick to get the farmer into his power again.
“What do you want this time?” the poor farmer cried.
“I want your youngest daughter,” Wetehinen said.
“What! My youngest daughter!”
“Yes.”
“I won’t give her up!” the farmer declared. “I don’t care what you do to me. I won’t give her up!”
“Oh, very well!” Wetehinen said, and immediately the brogues which had been standing still while they talked started walking again. They carried the farmer out into the lake farther and farther until the water was up to his chin.
“Wait—wait a minute!” he cried.