"What reward," he asked, "will be given to the man who kills Cormoran?"
"He may take the treasure the giant has stored in his cave," they said.
Quoth Jack, "Let me have a try at it."
So he got a horn and shovel and pickaxe. And in the dark of a winter's evening he went over to the mount and fell to work. Before morning he had dug a pit twenty-two feet deep and nearly as broad, and covered it with sticks and straw. Then he strewed a little earth over it so that it looked like plain ground. He then placed himself on the farther side of the pit, and just at the break of day put his horn to his mouth and blew, Tan-tiv-y, Tan-tiv-y!
The noise roused the giant. He rushed out of his cave, crying, "You villain, have you come here to disturb my rest? You shall pay dearly for this. I will take you whole and broil you for breakfast." He had no sooner said this than he tumbled into the pit and made the very foundations of the mount shake.
"Oh, Giant," quoth Jack, "where are you? Has the earth swallowed you up? What do you think now of broiling me for breakfast? Will no other food do than sweet Jack?" Then he gave a most mighty knock with his pickaxe on the very crown of the giant's big head, and killed him on the spot.
Jack then filled up the pit with earth, and went to the cave and took the treasure. When the magis-
