“Prut!” said Gretchen, “and is that all?  Then there is no stuffing to that sausage, for I can help you out of your trouble easily enough.”  Then she told Jacob that when the next day should come he should do thus and so, and she would do this and that, and between them they might cheat the red one after all.

So, when the next day came, Gretchen went into the pantry and smeared herself all over with honey.  Then she ripped open a bed and rolled herself in the feathers.

By-and-by came the red one.  Rap! tap! tap! he knocked at the door.

“Are you ready to go with me now, Jacob?” said he.

Yes; Jacob was quite ready to go, only he would like to have one favor granted him first.

“What is it that you want?” said the red one.

“Only this,” said Jacob:  “I would like to shoot one more shot out of my old gun before I go with you.”

Oh, if that was all, he might do that and welcome.  So Jacob took down his gun, and he and the red one went out together, walking side by side, for all the world as though they were born brothers.

[Illustration:  Jacob and the Red One go hunting together]

By-and-by they saw a wren.  “Shoot at that,” said the red one.

“Oh no,” said Jacob, “that is too small.”

So they went on a little farther.

By-and-by they saw a raven.  “Shoot at that, then,” said the red one.

“Oh no,” said Jacob, “that is too black.”

So they went on a little farther.

By-and-by they came to a ploughed field, and there was something skipping over the furrows that looked for all the world like a great bird.  That was Gretchen; for the feathers stuck to the honey and all over her, so that she looked just like a great bird.

“Shoot at that! shoot at that!” said the red one, clapping his hands together.

“Oh yes,” said Jacob, “I will shoot at that.”  So he raised his gun and took aim.  Then he lowered his gun again.  “But what is it?” said he.

At this the red one screwed up his eyes, and looked and looked, but for the life of him he could not tell what it was.

“No matter what it is,” said he, “only shoot and be done with it, for I must be going.”

“Yes, good!  But what is it?” said Jacob.

Then the red one looked and looked again, but he could tell no better this time than he could before.  “It may be this and it may be that,” said he.  “Only shoot and be done with it, for they are waiting for me at home.”

“Yes, my friend,” said Jacob, “that is all very good; only tell me what it is and I will shoot.”

“Thunder and lightning!” bawled the red one, "I do not know what it is!"

“Then be off with you!” said Jacob, “for, since you cannot answer my question, all is over between us two.”

At this the red one had to leave Jacob, so he fled away over hill and dale, bellowing like a bull.