ntil at last
they caught sight of the great bulky body stretched out in the ditch.

Gogmagog, of course, had no chance of escape, he was surrounded and
captured, and bound, and the Trojans, rejoicing greatly, dragged him back
a prisoner to their camp on Plymouth Hoe. Here, although he was carefully
guarded, he was treated with great kindness, fed bountifully, and nursed
until his wounds were healed.

When at last he was quite recovered, Brutus, who was very anxious to come
to terms with the giants, discussed with him various ways of settling the
question they had come with their army to decide, namely, who should be
the possessor of the country. He proposed this plan, and that plan, and
the other, but none seemed to please Gogmagog, and while the general
talked and talked, and tried to come to terms, Gogmagog just sat stolidly
listening, and only opening his great mouth to disagree with the general's
proposal. The truth was, the giant had a great idea of his own cunning,
and he was trying to think of some way by which he could get the better of
the invaders, and yet avoid further battles and discharges of arrows.
"For," as he said, "you never knew where you were with they things.
They had done for you before you'd got time to turn round. Clubs or fists
he was equal to, but he didn't see no fun in they sharp little things that
stuck right into you, and wouldn't come out until they was cut out."

Thinking of clubs and fists reminded him of wrestling, which was practised
a great deal in Cornwall, even in those days, and very little anywhere
else.

"The very thing!" thought the wily giant, for it wasn't likely the Trojans
knew anything about it, and even if they did, they were only little bits
of chaps compared with himself and the other giants. So, after a time, he
proposed to Brutus that they should settle matters by "a scat to
wrastling," the best man, of course, to have the country.

Rather to Gogmagog's surprise Brutus agreed at once, and it was quickly
settled that the giant himself and the best man in the Trojan army should
be the two to try their skill. This man was Corineus, who accepted the
challenge instantly.

After this the day was soon fixed, and Gogmagog was allowed to send and
tell his friends, and bid them all come to Plymouth to witness the great
event. The giants, being assured that no arrows or spears would be used
against them, came with alacrity, and both they and the Trojans were in a
wil