He frowned down at José
"I may be a little penny chicken, but I'm not in the least afraid of giants," replied the boy boldly.
"What, a little penny chicken like you not afraid of me!" cried the giant as he picked him up roughly and set him on his neck.
José seized the giant's long beard and drew it around his neck so tightly that the giant fell to the floor dead. Then José seized one of the money-bags and ran home with it to his mother.
"You must carry some of this to the king," said his mother when she saw it and had heard his story.
Accordingly, José carried the money as a gift to the king.
"Who is bringing me all this?" asked the king when he saw it.
"A little lad," replied the king's servants.