"Pless us!" he cried, "it can't be;—no! "
"'Tis I," said Jack, "old fellow, though."
"How slept you?" asked the monster gruff.
"Toi lol," he answered;—"well enough:
About twelve, or one, I awoke with a rat,—
At least, I fancied it was that,—
Which fetched me with its tail a ' whop; '
But I went off again as sound as a top."
XXI.
Jack's feet the Giant did n't scan,
Because he was a Pagan man;
And knew no more than a mining lad
What kind of a foot Apollyon had;
But he thought to himself, with a puzzled brow,
"Well, you're a rum one, any how."
Jack took a chair, and set to work,—
Oh! but he ate like a famished Turk;
In sooth it was astounding quite,
How he put the pudding out of sight.
Thought the Giant, "What an appetite!"
He had buttoned his coat together
O'er a capacious bag of leather,
And all the pudding he could n't swallow
He craftily slipped into its hollow.