The horses started, and the riders were equally surprised.

They turned to gaze in the direction from which the thunder-clap was heard, and beheld, just over the spot they had left so recently, a huge pillar of dark smoke rising high into the clear, blue atmosphere.

"My habitation is gone to wreck," said Wayland, immediately conjecturing the cause of the explosion.

"I was a fool to mention the doctor's kind intentions towards my mansion before that limb of mischief, Flibbertigibbet; I might have guessed he would long to put so rare a frolic into execution.

But let us hasten on, for the sound will collect the country to the spot." So saying, he spurred his horse, and Tressilian also quickening his speed, they rode briskly forward.
"This, then, was the meaning of the little imp's token which he promised us ?" said Tressilian.