One day he was stalking a small beast, like a
deer, when, from a tree overhead, a jaguar sprang down at him. But
Koku--I beg his pardon--August was at hand, and, like Sampson of
old, the giant slew the beast bare-handed, choking it to death.
In fine time our friends reached a native town and the wonder caused
by the giants was no less than the amusement of the big men at the
things they saw. They wondered more when they got to a city, and saw
more marvels of the white man's progress.
Then Tom and his friends reached the coast, and took a steamer for
New York. The giants created a great sensation, the more when it was
known that Tom intended to keep one for himself. With this
arrangement Mr. Preston agreed, for he only wanted one as an
attraction.
"Couldn't have done it better myself!" the circus proprietor said to
Tom when he heard the story, and this was high praise from Mr.
Preston.
"And you rescued old Jake, too! Well, well! Couldn't have done it
better myself! I really coudn't!"
"I wonder how our old enemy Delby made out?" asked Mr. Poddington.
They heard later that he was driven from giant land, not even being
allowed to take a boy as a specimen.
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