hung on to the bar herself. In that case he would probably have broken
his left leg and arm and collar bone, just as he did break them, but his
ribs would have been all right. As it was, the Female Samson's head came
down just in the centre of him, and stove in about three-fourths of his
ribs. She wasn't hurt at all, for, being a woman, and falling on her
head, there was nothing for her to break, and the Giant was so soft that
falling on him didn't even give her a headache. When some volunteers
from the audience had picked up the Giant and put him on a stretcher and
carried him to the hospital, where the doctors did their best to mend
him, the Female Samson had a chance to explain, and the finding of a
long scarf-pin on the platform, just under the bar, was evidence that
she had told the truth, and corroborated the red stain on her stocking.

[Illustration: "IT TOOK FOUR MEN AND A POLICEMAN TO HOLD HER."]

"It took four men and a policeman to hold her, and get her locked up in
her room, she was that set on tearing the Dwarf into small pieces, and
she'd have done it too, if she could have got at him. He had sense
enough to see the situation, and to discharge himself without waiting
for me to discharge him. He ran away in the course of the night, and I
never saw him again. I don't think he ever went into another Dime
Museum, and I have heard that he got a situation as inspector of gas
meters, which is very probable, considering what a malicious little
rascal he was. Well, we have to deal with all sorts of people in our
business, and I suppose it's the same with you, though you haven't
mentioned what your business is. But you take my advice and steer clear
of Dwarfs. There ain't a man living that can do anything with them
except with a club, and no man likes to take a club to anything as small
as a Dwarf."