Tom, meets with a Tinker and of the Battle they Fought. Some time afterwards, as Tom was walking about his estate to see how his workmen went on, he met upon the skirts of the forest a very sturdy tinker, having a good staff on his shoulder and a great dog to carry his budget of tools. So Tom asked the tinker from whence he came and "Hold," said Tom, "before you and I part I will make you know who I am." "Aye," says the tinker, "it is three years since I had a combat with any man; I have challenged many a one, but none dare face me, so I think they are all cowards in this part of the country; but I hear there is a man lives hereabouts named Thomas Hickathrift, who has killed a giant, him I'd willingly see to have a bout with him." "Aye," said Tom, "I am the man. What have you to say to me?" "Truly," said the tinker, "I am very glad we are so happily met, that we may have one touch." "Surely," said Tom, "you are but in jest." "Marry," said the tinker, "but I am in earnest." "A match," said Tom. "It is done," said the tinker. "But," said Tom, "will you give me leave to get me a twig?" "Aye," said the tinker, "I hate him that fights with a man unarmed." So Tom stepped to a gate and took a rail for a staff. So to it they fell. The tinker at Tom, and Tom at the tinker, like two giants. The tinker had a leather coat on, so that every blow Tom gave him made it roar again, yet the tinker did not give way an inch till Tom gave him such a bang on the side of the head that felled him to the ground. "Now, tinker, where art thou?" said Tom. But the tinker being a nimble fellow, leaped up again, and gave Tom a bang, the which made him reel, and following his blows, took Tom on the other side, which made him throw down his weapon and yield the mastery to the brave tinker. After this Tom took the tinker home to his house, where |