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СКАЧАТЬ moment a wild shriek from the girl thrilled through all present. Bill slapped his leg. "That's done the trick!" he whispered to 'Becca. It was indeed a splendid advertisement of the charms of Robert.

      When the young girl came out she was pale and trembling, and a crowd was round the tent.

      "What was it like?" asked a farm-hand.

      "Oh!—horrid!—you wouldn't believe," she said. "It's as big as a barn, and that fierce. It froze the blood in my bones. I wouldn't ha' missed seeing it for anything."

      The fierceness was only caused by Robert's trying not to laugh. But the desire to do that soon left him, and before sunset he was more inclined to cry than laugh, and more inclined to sleep than either. For, by ones and twos and threes, people kept coming in all the afternoon, and Robert had to shake hands with those who wished it, and to allow himself to be punched and pulled and patted and thumped, so that people might make sure he was really real.

      The other children sat on a bench and watched and waited, and were very bored indeed. It seemed to them that this was the hardest way of earning money that could have been invented. And only fifteen shillings! Bill had taken four times that already, for the news of the giant had spread, and trades-people in carts, and gentlepeople in carriages, came from far and near. One gentleman with an eyeglass, and a very large yellow rose in his buttonhole, offered Robert, in an obliging whisper, ten pounds a week to appear at the Crystal Palace. Robert had to say "No."

      "I can't," he said regretfully. "It's no use promising what you can't do."

      "Ah, poor fellow, bound for a term of years, I suppose! Well, here's my card; when your time's up come to me."

      "I will—if I'm the same size then," said Robert truthfully.

      "If you grow a bit, so much the better," said the gentleman.

       "When your time's up come to me"

      When he had gone, Robert beckoned Cyril and said—

      "Tell them I must and will have a rest. And I want my tea."

      Tea was provided, and a paper hastily pinned on the tent. It said—

      CLOSED FOR HALF AN HOUR

       WHILE THE GIANT GETS HIS TEA

      Then there was a hurried council.

      "How am I to get away?" said Robert.

      "I've been thinking about it all the afternoon."

      "Why, walk out when the sun sets and you're your right size. They can't do anything to us."

      Robert opened his eyes. "Why, they'd nearly kill us," he said, "when they saw me get my right size. No, we must think of some other way. We must be alone when the sun sets."

      "I know," said Cyril briskly, and he went to the door, outside which Bill was smoking a clay pipe and talking in a low voice to 'Becca. Cyril heard him say—"Good as havin' a fortune left you."

      "Look here," said Cyril, "you can let people come in again in a minute. He's nearly finished tea. But he must be left alone when the sun sets. He's very queer at that time of day, and if he's worried I won't answer for the consequences."

      "Why—what comes over him?" asked Bill.

      "I don't know; it's—it's sort of a change" said Cyril candidly. "He isn't at all like himself—you'd hardly know him. He's very queer indeed. Someone'll get hurt if he's not alone about sunset." This was true.

      "He'll pull round for the evening, I s'pose?"

      "Oh yes—half an hour after sunset he'll be quite himself again."

      "Best humour him," said the woman.

      And so, at what Cyril judged was about half an hour before sunset, the tent was again closed "whilst the giant gets his supper."

      The crowd was very merry about the giant's meals and their coming so close together.

      "Well, he can pick a bit," Bill owned. "You see he has to eat hearty, being the size he is."

      Inside the tent the four children breathlessly arranged a plan of retreat.

      "You go now" said Cyril to the girls, "and get along home as fast as you can. Oh, never mind the pony-cart; we'll get that to-morrow. Robert and I are dressed the same. We'll manage somehow, like Sydney Carton did. Only, you girls must get out, or it's all no go. We can run, but you can't—whatever you may think. No, Jane, it's no good Robert going out and knocking people down. The police would follow him till he turned his proper size, and then arrest him like a shot. Go you must! If you don't, I'll never speak to you again. It was you got us into this mess really, hanging round people's legs the way you did this morning. Go, I tell you!"

      And Jane and Anthea went.

      "We're going home," they said to Bill. "We're leaving the giant with you. Be kind to him." And that, as Anthea said afterwards, was very deceitful, but what were they to do?

      When they had gone, Cyril went to Bill.

      "Look here," he said, "he wants some ears of corn—there's some in the next field but one. I'll just run and get it. Oh, and he says can't you loop up the tent at the back a bit? He says he's stifling for a breath of air. I'll see no one peeps in at him. I'll cover him up, and he can take a nap while I go for the corn. He will have it—there's no holding him when he gets like this."

      The giant was made comfortable with a heap of sacks and an old tarpaulin. The curtain was looped up, and the brothers were left alone. They matured their plan in whispers. Outside, the merry-go-round blared out its comic tunes, screaming now and then to attract public notice.

      Half a minute after the sun had set, a boy came out past Bill.

      "I'm off for the corn," he said, and mingled quickly with the crowd.

      At the same instant a boy came out of the back of the tent past 'Becca, posted there as sentinel.

      "I'm off after the corn," said this boy also. And he, too, moved away quietly and was lost in the crowd. The front-door boy was Cyril; the back-door was Robert—now, since sunset, once more his proper size. They walked quickly through the field, along the road, where Robert caught Cyril up. Then they ran. They were home as soon as the girls were, for it was a long way, and they ran most of it. It was indeed a very long way, as they found when they had to go and drag the pony-cart home next morning, with no enormous Robert to wheel them in it as if it were a mail-cart, and they were babies and he was their gigantic nursemaid.

      * * *

      I cannot possibly tell you what Bill and 'Becca said when they found that the giant had gone. For one thing, I do not know.

      Chapter IX.

       Grown Up

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