naturally she fainted away. I came running in with one of my men as soon
as I heard the outcries, and after a while we managed to pry up the Fat
Woman with a couple of cart-rungs and get the Dwarf out from under her,
after which she came to in due time and got over her fright. But the
Dwarf was a good deal flattened out by the pressure, and I was afraid at
first that his ribs had been stove in. It turned out in the end that he
was not seriously injured; but he was in the worst rage against the
Giant that you can imagine, and would have killed him then and there if
he had been able to do it.

"I knew well enough that in course of time the Dwarf would get square
with the Giant, no matter how long it might take and how much it might
cost. He was as revengeful as a Red Indian. I warned the Giant that he
must keep a sharp look-out, or the Dwarf would do him a mischief; but he
said 'he calculated he was big enough to take care of himself, and that
he wasn't afraid of no two-foot Dwarf that ever breathed.' Of course,
this sounded brave, but my own belief is that the Giant was pretty badly
frightened. I noticed that he never allowed himself to be alone with the
Dwarf, and was always careful to mind where he stepped, so as not to get
tripped up by strings stretched across the path, or anything of that
sort. The Dwarf pretended that he had forgotten the whole business, and
was as friendly with the Giant as he had ever been; but I knew him well
enough to know that he never forgot anything, and was only waiting for
a chance.

[Illustration: "HIS HELMET HAD FALLEN INTO A TUB OF WATER."]

"Pretty soon little accidents began to happen to the Giant. One day he
would find that his helmet, which was made of pasteboard, had fallen
into a tub of water, and gone to everlasting jelly. This would oblige