JACK THE clear stream that sprang out of the rock; and as
GIANT the day was warm, and Jack had walked a long
KILLER way he fell asleep.

Whilst he was in this state, Blunderbore came to
the spring to fill his pitcher, and seeing a youth
lying there, he stopped and read what was written
on his belt.

*‘Ha-ha!’ roared the giant, as he caught him up.
‘Now I have got you, and you shall not escape
me.’

Jack awoke with a start to find himself in the grip
of the giant.

He pretended to be still asleep, and the giant
carried him into his castle and threw him into a
dungeon. Whilst Jack lay there he heard many
sighs and groans issuing from other prisons; and
a voice which said—

‘Haste, gallant stranger, haste away,
Before you fall the giant’s prey;
He’s gone abroad, but with another,
He’ll soon return, his savage brother,
A monster dread and cruel, who
Will torture ere he butchers you.
Then, gallant stranger, haste away
Ere you become the giants’ prey.’

‘That is all very good advice,’ said Jack, ‘but
somewhat impracticable. When I am locked up
in a prison, how can I get away ?

He crawled up into his window and looked out.
Then he saw the giant Blunderbore, who had
gone away, was returning with another giant
more hideous than himself.

Jack, perceiving in one corner of his dungeon a
very stout cord, used for binding prisoners, he
made a-slip-knot at each end, and as the giants
walked under the castle walls he threw the loops
over their heads, pulled them tight, and tied the
cord fobs window bars. You may believe that

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