His cruel grin was too evil a thing to be described. He carried a
great bludgeon. From his lower jaw a yellow tusk arose at either
corner of his mouth and projected beyond his upper lip. His ears
covered the whole sides of his head. His jaws were as large around as
a bushel basket.

At first, after he had entered the room, he did not perceive either
Father Time or the Masked Lady. He dropped one end of his bludgeon to
the floor with a thump, and there he stood leering at Everychild with a
sinister and triumphant expression.

Only a moment he stood, and then he advanced a step toward Everychild.
But just at that instant Father Time moved slightly and the intruder
became aware of his presence. The wicked smile on his terrible face
began to freeze slowly. The great creature shrank away from Father
Time; and as he did so he became aware of the presence of the Masked
Lady on his other side. For an instant he trembled from head to foot!
And then more hurriedly he took another step toward Everychild.

Everychild was trying very hard to hold his ground; but in truth he
could feel his knees giving way beneath him and it seemed that he must
fall if the giant advanced another inch. Nor did the giant fail to
note that Everychild was in distress, and at this he regained something
of his boldness. In a loud, terrible voice he spoke to Everychild:

"Ah--ha! And so you were getting ready to defy me--hey?"

Everychild's teeth chattered as he replied: "Please go away!"

The giant nodded exultantly. In the same great voice he said, "You