in　favour　of　the　Rommany　chal；　the　plastramengro　would　never　have
  come　alive　out　of　the　lane；　but　I　did　not；　for　I　thought　to　myself
  fair　play　is　a　precious　stone；　so　you　see；　brother　…　'
  'That　you　are　quite　right；　Mr。　Petulengro；　I　see　that　clearly；　and
  now；　pray　proceed　with　your　narration；　it　is　both　moral　and
  entertaining。'
  But　Mr。　Petulengro　did　not　proceed　with　his　narration；　neither　did
  he　proceed　upon　his　way；　he　had　stopped　his　horse；　and　his　eyes
  were　intently　fixed　on　a　broad　strip　of　grass　beneath　some　lofty
  trees；　on　the　left　side　of　the　road。　　It　was　a　pleasant　enough
  spot；　and　seemed　to　invite　wayfaring　people；　such　as　we　were；　to
  rest　from　the　fatigues　of　the　road；　and　the　heat　and　vehemence　of
  the　sun。　　After　examining　it　for　a　considerable　time；　Mr。
  Petulengro　said；　'I　say；　brother；　that　would　be　a　nice　place　for　a
  tussle！'
  'I　daresay　it　would；'　said　I；　'if　two　people　were　inclined　to
  fight。'
  'The　ground　is　smooth；'　said　Mr。　Petulengro；　'without　holes　or
  ruts；　and　the　trees　cast　much　shade。　　I　don't　think；　brother；　that
  we　could　find　a　better　place；'　said　Mr。　Petulengro；　springing　from
  his　horse。
  'But　you　and　I　don't　want　to　fight！'
  'Speak　for　yourself；　brother；'　said　Mr。　Petulengro。　　'However；　I
  will　tell　you　how　the　matter　stands。　　There　is　a　point　at　present
  between　us。　　There　can　be　no　doubt　that　you　are　the　cause　of　Mrs。
  Herne's　death；　innocently；　you　will　say；　but　still　the　cause。　　Now；
  I　shouldn't　like　it　to　be　known　that　I　went　up　and　down　the　country
  with　a　pal　who　was　the　cause　of　my　mother…in…law's　death；　that's　to
  say；　unless　he　gave　me　satisfaction。　　Now；　if　I　and　my　pal　have　a
  tussle；　he　gives　me　satisfaction；　and；　if　he　knocks　my　eyes　out；
  which　I　know　you　can't　do；　it　makes　no　difference　at　all；　he　gives
  me　satisfaction；　and　he　who　says　to　the　contrary　knows　nothing　of
  gypsy　law；　and　is　a　dinelo　into　the　bargain。'
  'But　we　have　no　gloves！'
  'Gloves！'　said　Mr。　Petulengro；　contemptuously；　'gloves！　　I　tell　you
  what；　brother；　I　always　thought　you　were　a　better　hand　at　the
  gloves　than　the　naked　fist；　and；　to　tell　you　the　truth；　besides
  taking　satisfaction　for　Mrs。　Herne's　death；　I　wish　to　see　what　you
  can　do　with　your　mawleys；　so　now　is　your　time；　brother；　and　this　is
  your　place；　grass　and　shade；　no　ruts　or　holes；　come　on；　brother；　or
  I　shall　think　you　what　I　should　not　like　to　call　you。'
  CHAPTER　LXXXII
  Offence　and　defence　…　I'm　satisfied　…　Fond　of　solitude　…　Possession
  of　property　…　Chal　Devlehi　…　Winding　path。
  AND　when　I　heard　Mr。　Petulengro　talk　in　this　manner；　which　I　had
  never　heard　him　do　before；　and　which　I　can　only　account　for　by　his
  being　fasting　and　ill…tempered；　I　had　of　course　no　other
  alternative　than　to　accept　his　challenge；　so　I　put　myself　into　a
  posture　which　I　deemed　the　best　both　for　offence　and　defence；　and
  the　tussle　commenced；　and　when　it　had　endured　for　about　half　an
  hour；　Mr。　Petulengro　said；　'Brother；　there　is　much　blood　on　your
  face；　you　had　better　wipe　it　off'；　and　when　I　had　wiped　it　off；　and
  again　resumed　my　former　attitude；　Mr。　Petulengro　said；　'I　think
  enough　has　been　done；　brother；　in　the　affair　of　the　old　woman；　I
  have；　moreover；　tried　what　you　are　able　to　do；　and　find　you；　as　I
  thought；　less　apt　with　the　naked　mawleys　than　the　stuffed　gloves；
  nay；　brother；　put　your　hands　down；　I'm　satisfied；　blood　has　been
  shed；　which　is　all　that　can　be　reasonably　expected　for　an　old　woman
  who　carried　so　much　brimstone　about　her　as　Mrs。　Herne。'
  So　the　struggle　ended；　and　we　resumed　our　route；　Mr。　Petulengro
  sitting　sideways　upon　his　horse　as　before；　and　I　driving　my　little
  pony…cart；　and　when　we　had　proceeded　about　three　miles；　we　came　to
  a　small　public…house；　which　bore　the　sign　of　the　Silent　Woman；
  where　we　stopped　to　refresh　our　cattle　and　ourselves；　and　as　we　sat
  over　our　bread　and　ale；　it　came　to　pass　that　Mr。　Petulengro　asked
  me　various　questions；　and　amongst　others；　how　I　intended　to　dispose
  of　myself；　I　told　him　that　I　did　not　know；　whereupon；　with
  considerable　frankness；　he　invited　me　to　his　camp；　and　told　me　that
  if　I　chose　to　settle　down　amongst　them；　and　become　a　Rommany　chal；
  I　should　have　his　wife's　sister　Ursula；　who　was　still　unmarried；
  and　occasionally　talked　of　me。
  I　declined　his　offer；　assigning　as　a　reason　the　recent　death　of
  Mrs。　Herne；　of　which　I　was　the　cause；　although　innocent。　　'A　pretty
  life　I　should　lead　with　those　two；'　said　I；　'when　they　came　to　know
  it。'　　'Pooh；'　said　Mr。　Petulengro；　'they　will　never　know　it。　　I
  shan't　blab；　and　as　for　Leonora；　that　girl　has　a　head　on　her
  shoulders。'　　'Unlike　the　woman　in　the　sign；'　said　I；　'whose　head　is
  cut　off。　　You　speak　nonsense；　Mr。　Petulengro；　as　long　as　a　woman
  has　a　head　on　her　shoulders　she'll　talk；　…　but；　leaving　women　out
  of　the　case；　it　is　impossible　to　keep　anything　a　secret；　an　old
  master　of　mine　told　me　so　long　ago。　　I　have　moreover　another　reason
  for　declining　your　offer。　　I　am　at　present　not　disposed　for
  society。　　I　am　become　fond　of　solitude。　　I　wish　I　could　find　some
  quiet　place　to　which　I　could　retire　to　hold　communion　with　my　own
  thoughts；　and　practise；　if　I　thought　fit；　either　of　my　trades。'
  'What　trades？'　said　Mr。　Petulengro。　　'Why；　the　one　which　I　have
  lately　been　engaged　in；　or　my　original　one；　which　I　confess　I
  should　like　better；　that　of　a　kaulo…mescro。'　　'Ah；　I　have
  frequently　heard　you　talk　of　making　horse…shoes；'　said　Mr。
  Petulengro；　'I；　however；　never　saw　you　make　one；　and　no　one　else
  that　I　am　aware；　I　don't　believe　…　come；　brother；　don't　be　angry；
  it's　quite　possible　that　you　may　have　done　things　which　neither　I
  nor　any　one　else　has　seen　you　do；　and　that　such　things　may　some　day
  or　other　come　to　light；　as　you　say　nothing　can　be　kept　secret。　　Be
  that；　however；　as　it　may；　pay　the　reckoning　and　let　us　be　going；　I
  think　I　can　advise　you　to　just　such　a　kind　of　place　as　you　seem　to
  want。'
  'And　how　do　you　know　that　I　have　got　wherewithal　to　pay　the
  reckoning？'　I　demanded。　　'Brother；'　said　Mr。　Petulengro；　'I　was
  just　now　looking　in　your　face；　which　exhibited　the　very　look　of　a
  person　conscious　of　the　possession　of　property；　there　was　nothing
  hungry　or　sneaking　in　it。　　Pay　the　reckoning；　brother。'
  And　when　we　were　once　more　upon　the　road；　Mr。　Petulengro　began　to
  talk　of　the　place　which　he　conceived　would　serve　me　as　a　retreat
  under　present　circumstances。　　'I　tell　you　frankly；　brother；　that　it
  is　a　queer　kind　of　place；　and　I　am　not　very　fond　of　pitching　my
  tent　in　it；　it　is　so　surprisingly　dreary。　　It　is　a　deep　dingle　in
  the　midst　of　a　large　field；　on　an　estate　about　which　there　has　been
  a　lawsuit　for　some　years　past。　　I　daresay　you　will　be　quiet　enough；
  for　the　nearest　town　is　five　miles　distant；　and　there　are　only　a
  few　huts　and　hedge　public…houses　in　the　neighbourhood。　　Brother；　I
  am　fond　of　solitude　myself；　but　not　that　kind　of　solitude；　I　like　a
  quiet　heath；　where　I　can　pitch　my　house；　but　I　always　like　to　have
  a　gay　stirring　place　not　far　off；　where　the　women　can　pen　dukkerin；
  and　I　myself　can　sell　or　buy　a　horse；　if　needful　…　such　a　place　as
  the　Chong　Gav。　　I　never　feel　so　merry　as　when　there；　brother；　or　on
  the　heath　above　it；　where　I　taught　you　Rommany。'
  Shortly　after　this　discourse　we　reached　a　milestone；　and　a　few
  yards　from　the　milestone；　on　the　left　hand；　was　a　crossroad。
  Thereupon　Mr。　Petulengro　said；　'Brother；　my　path　lies　to　the　left
  if　you　choose　to　go　with　me　to　my　camp；　good；　if　not；　Chal
  Devlehi。'　　But　I　again　refused　Mr。　Petulengro's　invitation；　and；
  shaking　him　by　the　hand；　proceeded　forward　alone；　and　about　ten
  miles　farther　on　I　reached　the　town　of　which　he　had　spoken；　and；
  following　certain　directions　which　he　had　given；　discovered；　though
  not　without　some　difficulty；　the　dingle　which　he　had　mentioned。　　It
  was　a　deep　hollow　in　the　midst　of　a　wide　field；　the　shelving　sides
  were　overgrown　with　trees　and　bushes；　a　belt　of　sallows　surrounded
  it　on　the　top；　a　steep　winding　path　led　down　into　the　depths；
  practicable；　however；　for　a　light　cart；　like　mine；　at　the　bottom
  was　an　open　space；　and　there　I　pitched　my　tent；　and　there　I
  contrived　to　put　up　my　forge。　　'I　will　here　ply　the　trade　of
  kaulomescro；'　said　I。
  CHAPTER　LXXXIII
  Highly　poetical　…　Volundr　…　Grecian　mythology　…　Making　a　petul　…
  Tongues　of　flame　…　Hammering　…　Spite　of　dukkerin　…　Heaviness。
  IT　has　always　struck　me　that　there　is　something　highly　poetical
  about　a　forge。　　I　am　not　singular　in　this　opinion：　　various
  individuals　have　assured　me　that　they　can　never　pass　by　one；　even
  in　the　midst　of　a　crowded　town；　without　experiencing　sensations
  which　they　can　scarcely　define；　but　which　are　highly　pleasurable。
  I　have　a　decided　penchant　for　forges；　especially　rural　ones；　placed
  in　some　quain