The giant seemed to be simply amused. "Say you so?" he replied.

Grettel clasped her hands with delight. "How suitably he talks!" said
she.

"I do," said Jack. "You don't know me, eh? I'm Jack the Giant Killer.
And you're just about my size."

It was here that Everychild interfered. "Maybe he's a good giant," he
said to Jack. And to the giant he added courteously, "Won't you sit
down and rest awhile, Will o'Dreams?"

"I thank you," responded the giant; and he sat down by the side of
Everychild.

And instantly the thought came to Everychild that at whatever cost he
must save the splendid stranger from that terrible sword of sharpness
which Jack the Giant Killer was even now drawing from its scabbard.




CHAPTER VI

A FIGHT WHICH WAS STRANGELY ENDED

It was plain that Jack was in a determined mood. He was no longer
seated with the others. He drew off a little and capered in a very
confident manner. For the moment he was content to say nothing more to
the giant. He had drawn his sword; and now he hopped about, cutting