“I don’t, eh?”
“Come, come, boys,” warned the doctor. “That’s not very dignified talk for a Boy Scout, Frank. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. It’s silly. Go ahead, Harry. We’ll let Frank tell us how he would have licked the giant after you’ve finished.”
“Well,” continued Hal, “I was going to tell how a boy like Bad did clout the giant in the face, or something worse, but he interrupted me. You see it was this way. A good many years ago, a boy called Smash lived near here. That was before the giant lost his peak. Smash went around smashing everybody in the face. The giant met him in the woods one day and nodded his head at him and said hello.
“‘Come off the heap; don’t talk to me,’” jeered Smash. ‘I’ll lay my mit on your mouth.’
“‘Ho, ho, ho!’ laughed the giant. ‘You’re the conceitedest kid that ever came to this cañon.’
“‘Where’s the best place to hit you?’ asked Smash.
“‘Right here on my ankle,’ replied the giant. ‘You can’t reach any higher.’
“‘Let me stand on your ear, and I’ll give you a nailer,’ said Smash.
“The giant picked Smash up with two fingers and stood him on his ear.
“‘Now, let me have your axe,’ said Smash.