'When you wish to dust your own jacket or those of your friends,'
he said, 'you have only got to say, "Flack, flick, switch, be
quick," and you will see what happens. That is all I have to
tell you.' And, smiling to himself, the Holy Man pushed Father
Grumbler out of the cave.

'Ah, I understand now,' muttered the good man, as he took the
road home; 'but I think I have got you two rascals!' and he
hurried on to the tavern with his basket under his arm, and the
cock and the switch both inside.

'Good evening, friends!' he said, as he entered the inn. 'I am
very hungry, and should be glad if you would roast this cock for
me as soon as possible. THIS cock and no other--mind what I
say,' he went on. 'Oh, and another thing! You can light the fire
with this basket. When you have done that I will show you
something I have in my bag,' and, as he spoke, he tried to
imitate the smile that the Holy Man had given HIM.

These directions made the innkeeper's wife very uneasy. However,
she said nothing, and began to roast the cock, while her husband
did his best to make the man sleepy with wine, but all in vain.

After dinner, which he did not eat without grumbling, for the
cock was very tough, the man struck his hand on the table, and
said: 'Now listen to me. Go and fetch my cock and my basket, at
once. Do you hear?'

'Your cock, and your basket, Father Grumbler? But you have just-