The giant continued: "Now this prince was very rich. He had twenty castles, each with two hundred rooms, and a bicycle."
"A bicycle? That's nothing!" said George. "I'm going to have a bicycle myself."
"Don't interrupt!" grumbled the giant. "This was a special bicycle. It had twenty-five wheels."
"But it wouldn't be a bicycle, then. A bicycle has only two wheels," cried George.
"What was it, then, if it wasn't a bicycle?"
George thought for a moment. "I don't know," he replied.
"There you are! You don't know. Of course it was a bicycle. I've told this story, oh, hundreds of times, and I've always called it a bicycle. That's a sure proof!" The giant smiled triumphantly.
"I beg your pardon for interrupting you," said George politely.
"Not at all. You see, you know now what a bicycle is. You didn't before I told you.... Well, this prince went out one day on his bicycle to hunt——"
Sir Tristram looked quite startled. "To hunt?" he exclaimed.