made an end of Jack and threw him outside the
door.

To go back now to Bill. He was out in the garden one day, and he took
a look at the well, and what did he see but the water at the top was
blood, and what was underneath was honey. So he went into the house
again, and he said to his mother, "I will never eat a second meal at
the same table, or sleep a second night in the same bed, till I know
what is happening to Jack."

So he took the other horse and hound then, and set off, over the hills
where cock never crows and horn never sounds, and the devil never blows
his bugle. And at last he came to the weaver's house, and when he went
in, the weaver says, "You are welcome, and I can give you better
treatment than I did the last time you came in to me," for she thought
it was Jack who was there, they were so much like one another. "That is
good," said Bill to himself, "my brother has been here." And he gave
the weaver the full of a basin of gold in the morning before he left.

Then he went on till he came to the king's house, and when he was at
the door the princess came running down the stairs, and said, "Welcome
to you back again." And all the people said, "It is a wonder you have
gone hunting three days after your marriage, and to stop so long away."
So he stopped that night with the princess, and she thought it was her
own husband all the time.

And in the morning the deer came, and bells ringing on her, under the
windows, and called out, "The hunt is here, where are the huntsmen and
the hounds?" Then Bill got up and got his horse and his hound, and
followed her over hills and hollows till they came to the wood, and
there he saw nothing but the mud-wall cabin and the old woman sitting
by the fire, and she bade him stop the night there, and gave him two
ribs of hair to tie his horse and his hound with. But Bill was wittier
than Jack was, and before he went out, he threw the ribs of hair into
the fire secretly. When he came in the old woman said, "Your brother
killed my three sons, and I killed him, and I'll kill you along with
him." And she put her gloves on, and they began the fight, and then
Bill called out, "Help, horse." "Squeeze hair," called the old woman;
"I can't squeeze, I'm in the fire," said the hair. And the horse came
in and gave her a blow of his hoof. "Help, hound," said Bill then.
"Squeeze, hair," said the old woman; "I can't, I'm in the fire," said
the second hair. Then the bound put his teeth in he