Not a one is less than eight feet, and if we could get one
say ten feet--that WOULD be a find."
"Rather an awkward one," commented Ned.
It did not seem possible that they were really in giant land, yet
such was the fact. Of course the country itself was no different
from any other part of the jungle, for merely because big men lived
in it did not make the trees or plants any larger.
"I tell you how I account for it," said Tom, as they traveled on.
"These men originally belonged to a race of people noted for their
great size. Then they must have lived under favorable conditions,
had plenty of flesh and bone-forming food, and after several
generations they gradually grew larger. You know that by feeding the
right kind of food to animals you can make them bigger, while if
they get the wrong kind they are runts, or dwarfs."
"Oh, yes; that's a well-known fact," chimed in Mr. Damon.
"Then why not with human beings?" went on Tom. "There's nothing
wonderful in this."
"No, but it will be wonderful if we get away with one of these
giants," spoke Ned grimly.
Further talk was interrupted by a sudden shouting on the part of the
big men.
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