that he was now near the house, and the country-people all flying before him.
At this dismal news, the very boldest of the guests trembled; but Jack drew his sword, and said, "Let him come; I have a tool to pick his teeth with. Pray, ladies and gentlemen, walk into the garden, and you shall joyfully behold the Giant’s defeat and death."
The knight’s castle was surrounded by a moat, thirty feet deep and twenty wide, over which lay a drawbridge. Jack set men to work to cut the bridge on both sides, near the middle; and then dressing himself in his invisible coat, went against the Giant with his sword of sharpness. As he came close to him, though the Giant could not see him, yet he cried out,—
"Fie! foh! fum!
I smell the blond of an Englishman;
Be he alive or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread."
"Say you so, my friend?" said Jack; "you are a clever miller indeed!"
