believe,
gave me three or four flaps with its tail, but I soon went to sleep
again."

[Illustration: He partaketh of his Pudding with Jack]

The Giant did not answer a word, but brought in two bowls of
hasty-pudding for their breakfasts. Jack wanted to make the Giant
believe that he could eat as much as himself, so he contrived to
button a leathern bag inside his coat, and slipped the pudding into
the bag instead of his mouth.

When breakfast was over, he said to the Giant, "I will shew you a fine
trick: I could cut my head off one minute, and put it on sound the
next. But see here!"

He then took a knife, ripped up the bag, and all the pudding fell on
the floor.

"Odds splutter hur nails," cried the Giant, who was ashamed to be
outdone by Jack, "hur can do that hurself!"

So he snatched up the knife, plunged it into his stomach, and in a
moment dropped down dead.

Jack having thus outwitted the monster, went further on his journey.

PART THE SECOND.

[Illustration: Jack measureth with the Legs of a Giant. _Initial_]

Jack travelled on until he met with King Arthur's only son, who was
seeking all through Wales for a very beautiful lady that was
enchanted. Jack asked leave to be the Prince's attendant, and the
Prince granted his request.

After a long day's journey, when night drew on, the Prince was anxious
to secure a lodging, but they had no means to hire one, for both the
Prince and Jack had spent all their money; but Jack said,--

"Never mind, master, we shall do well enough, for I have an uncle who
lives within two miles of this place; he is a huge and monstrous
Giant, with three heads; he'll fight five hundred men in armour, and
make them flee before him."

[Illustration: Jack alarmeth his Three-headed Uncle]

"Alas!" quoth the Prince, "what shall we do there? he'll certainly
chop us up at a mouthful. Nay, we are scarce enough to fill his hollow
tooth."

"It is no matter for that," quoth Jack; "I myself will go before, and
prepare the way for you; therefore tarry and wait till I return."

Jack then rode off full speed, and coming to the gate of the castle,
he knocked so loud that the echo from the neighbouring hills resounded
like thunder.

The Giant, terribly vexed, roared out, "Who's there?"

"None but your poor cousin Jack," answered he.

"What news with my poor cousin Jack?"

He replied, "Dear uncle, heavy news."

"God wot," quoth the Giant, "prithee what heavy news can com