“Go slowly,” commanded the Pixie. “And if you see any charm coming to meet you, stop short.”
Wendell read:—
“‘SOME TRIED METHODS FOR KILLING GIANTS.
“‘Method ye first:—To kill a giant—’”
“Put salt on his tail,” interpolated the Pixie.
“Please listen,” said Wendell, and went on,—
“‘Dig a hole deeper than his height a few steps from his door. Cover it with branches of trees. Standing on the further side, away from his house, taunt him in a loud voice. When he rushes out, he will fall into the hole, and can be easily despatched.’”
“By whom?” inquired the Pixie, after deep thought. “I vote, not by me.”
“Well, here’s another,” said Wendell. “‘Method ye second:—Assume the disguise of a wayworn traveler. Knock at the giant’s door and ask for a night’s lodging.’—I can’t do that,” said Wendell. “He knows me by smell.”
“Never mind. Read it through,” said the Pixie.