orning after he got his breakfast Billy drove the three
goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses into the orchard
again, and began to feed them. About twelve o'clock he heard three
terrible roars that shook the apples off the bushes, the horns off the
cows, and made the hair stand up on Billy's head, and in comes a
frightful big giant, with six heads, and he told Billy he had killed
his brother yesterday, but he would make him pay for it the day.
"Ye're too big," says he, "for one bite, and too small for two, and
what will I do with you?" "I'll fight you," says Billy, swinging his
stick three times over his head, and turning it into a sword, and
giving him the strength of a thousand men besides his own. The giant
laughed at him, and says he, "How will I kill you--with a swing by the
back, a cut of the sword, or a square round of boxing?" "With a swing
by the back," says Billy, "if you can." So the both of them laid
holds, and Billy lifted the giant clean off the ground, and fetching
him down again, sunk him in it up to the arm-pits. "Oh, spare my
life!" says the giant. But Billy taking up his sword, killed him and
cut out his tongues. It was evening by this time, and Billy drove home
his three goats, three cows, three horses, and three asses, and what
milk the cows gave that night overflowed all the vessels in the house,
and, running out, turned a rusty mill that hadn't been turned before
for thirty years. If the master was surprised seeing Billy coming back
the night before, he was ten times more surprised now.

"Did you see anything in the orchard the day?" says the gentleman.
"Nothing worse nor myself," says Billy. "What about my wages now?"
says Billy. "Well, never mind about your wages," says the gentleman,
"till the morrow, for I think you'll hardly come back alive again,"
says he. Well and good, Billy went to his bed, and the gentleman went
to his bed, and when the gentleman rose in the morning, says he to
Billy "I don't know what's wrong with two of the giants; I only heard
one crying last night." "I don't know," says Billy, "they must be sick
or something." Well, when Billy got his breakfast that day, again he
set out to the orchard, driving before him the three goats, three
cows, three horses, and three asses, and sure enough about the middle
of the day he hears three terrible roars again, and in comes another
giant, this one with twelve heads on him, and if the other two were
frightful, surely this on