And then Henry spoke.
"Who set you on ?" "Nay, that's their business." "How did you do it ?" At this question--will it be believed ?--the penitent's eye twinkled with momentary vanity.

"I fastened a tea-cup to an iron rake, and filled the cup with powder; then I passed it in, and spilt the powder out of cup, and raked it in to the smithy slack, and so on, filling and raking in.
But I did thee one good turn, lad; I put powder as far from bellows as I could.

Eh, but I was a bad 'un to do the like to thee; and thou's a good 'un to come here.

When I saw thee lie there, all scorched and shaking, I didn't like my work; and now I hate it.

But I knew no better at the time.