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"We were once digging here," added he, smiling, and pointing to Mikkel, "after his half-brother, and so found this nook. Mike thinks it has been a robber's cave in former times; but it may also have been some old warrior's burial-place, for there stood there two or three black pots with bones and ashes in them."
I could see that Hassel was capable of other things besides sawing birchwood. Outside lay his team, guarding all his movements Mikkel, Ræven, Masmas, and Else. They all looked well. Now we were going to see the others. We went over to the entrance of the hut and raised the trap-door; a dazzling light met my eyes.
A little past noon Mads and Mikkel went out together, the latter to order a conveyance in one of the villages lying to the west. After an hour had passed, Mads returned with the intelligence that he had met with a young fellow who appeared to him somewhat suspicious, and who from his accent seemed to be a German.
At the suggestion of their host, they resolved on waiting till evening, before they again entered on their interrupted journey. In the meantime, Mikkel offered to go out and reconnoitre; both to watch the pursuers, and make inquiry after the carriage from Vestervig.
On the side of the large bed sat Lisbeth, alias Madame Mads, knitting a stocking, which in her astonishment she let fall with both hands into her lap. At the end of the table stood a little red-haired man, clad in skin from his chin to his knees, whom the host introduced to his guest as his good friend Mikkel Foxtail.
In answer to his inquiry, the keeper, at the same time reloading his piece, related what follows: "Mikkel, or Mike Foxtail, as they call him, because he entices all the foxes to him that are in the country, is a ten times worse character than even Black Mads. He can make himself hard. Neither lead nor silver buttons make the slightest impression on him.
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