“Ten thousand devils!” yelled Henry, and heaved the hammer high, in his own defense.

But it was only the horse plunging and quivering with fear, and a score of bats the blow of the hammer had frightened out of the rotten pulpit.

He resumed work with a beating heart, and the building rang and echoed and re-echoed with the rapid blows; and no more interruption came.  The nineteenth century conquered.

After four hours of earnest work, he fed his horse, ate a slice of bread and meat, drank water from the bucket, gave his horse some, and went to sleep in a pew beside that useful animal.

Back to Hillsborough, at peep of day, with the blades he had forged.

He now took his mother, in a great measure, into his confidence, under a strict promise to tell nobody, not even Dr. Amboyne.  Mrs. Little received the communication in a way that both surprised and encouraged him.  She was as willing to outwit the Unions, as she was willing to resist them openly; and Henry found her an admirable coadjutor.

Had she known where Henry had set up his forge, she would have been very unhappy.  But he merely told her it was in a secluded place, near Cairnhope, where he could never be detected.

The carving business, being merely a blind, was not pushed.  But Henry gave his apprentice, Billy, instruction, and the youth began to show an aptitude which contrasted remarkably with his general incapacity.

Mrs. Little paid one or two visits to factories, to see what women could do in this sort of work; and, one day, she told Henry she was sure she could sharpen and finish the blades.

“No, mother,” said Henry.  “You are a lady.  I can’t have you made a slave of, and your beautiful white hands spoiled.”

“I shall be happier, helping you, dear; and I won’t spoil my hands, since you care about them.”

She insisted on a trial, and soon acquired a remarkable knack:  she had a fine light hand:  and it is an art easily learned by an attentive and careful woman.  Indeed they can beat the men at it, if they will only make up their minds.

And so the enterprise was launched, and conducted thus:  in the day time, Henry showed himself in the town, and talked big about carving; and, in the afternoon, he rode out, and did the real work of his life, over the dead bodies of his ancestors.

His saddle-bags were always full, and, gradually, he collected some comforts about him in the deserted church.

He called, more than once, at “Woodbine Villa,” but Miss Carden was on a visit.

He was in the full career of fortune again, and sanguine of success, before they met.  One day, having ascertained from Jael what day she would be at home, he called and was admitted.  The room was empty, but Miss Carden soon came into it, accompanied by Jael carrying the bust.

“Ah, Mr. Little,” said she, before he could possibly utter a word, “this is fortunate.  There is a party here on Thursday, and I want to show the bust complete, if you don’t mind.”