“I think that might suit me,” said the Languid Youth.  “I would much rather imagine the exercises of these monsters than to see them really going on.”

“Come on, then,” said the Very Imp, and he led the way to the cave of the Ghastly Griffin.

The Bee-man went by himself through a great part of the mountain, and looked into many of its gloomy caves and recesses, recoiling in horror from most of the dreadful monsters who met his eyes.  While he was wandering about, an awful roar was heard resounding through the passages of the mountain, and soon there came flapping along an enormous dragon, with body black as night, and wings and tail of fiery red.  In his great fore-claws he bore a little baby.

“Horrible!” exclaimed the Bee-man.  “He is taking that little creature to his cave to devour it.”

He saw the dragon enter a cave not far away, and following looked in.  The dragon was crouched upon the ground with the little baby lying before him.  It did not seem to be hurt, but was frightened and crying.  The monster was looking upon it with delight, as if he intended to make a dainty meal of it as soon as his appetite should be a little stronger.

“It is too bad!” thought the Bee-man.  “Somebody ought to do something.”  And turning around, he ran away as fast as he could.

He ran through various passages until he came to the spot where he had left his bee-hive.  Picking it up, he hurried back, carrying the hive in his two hands before him.  When he reached the cave of the dragon, he looked in and saw the monster still crouched over the weeping child.  Without a moment’s hesitation, the Bee-man rushed into the cave and threw his hive straight into the face of the dragon.  The bees, enraged by the shock, rushed out in an angry crowd and immediately fell upon the head, mouth, eyes, and nose of the dragon.  The great monster, astounded by this sudden attack, and driven almost wild by the numberless stings of the bees, sprang back to the farthest portion of his cave, still followed by his relentless enemies, at whom he flapped wildly with his great wings and struck with his paws.  While the dragon was thus engaged with the bees, the Bee-man rushed forward, and, seizing the child, he hurried away.  He did not stop to pick up his doublet, but kept on until he reached the entrance of the caves.  There he saw the Very Imp hopping along on one leg, and rubbing his back and shoulders with his hands, and stopped to inquire what was the matter, and what had become of the Languid Youth.

“He is no kind of a fellow,” said the Very Imp.  “He disappointed me dreadfully.  I took him up to the Ghastly Griffin, and told him the thing was enchanted, and that he might sit on its back and think about what it could do if it was awake; and when he came near it the wretched creature opened its eyes, and raised its head, and then you ought to have seen how mad that simpleton was.  He made a dash at me and seized me by the ears; he kicked and beat me till I can scarcely move.”