“‘What!’ roared the giant.
“‘Let me have your axe.’
“‘Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!’ laughed the giant. ‘You couldn’t get your arms around the handle.’
“‘I can’t, eh? Just give it to me and I’ll knock your brains out.’
“‘All right, you conceited kid,’ said the giant. ‘Here it is. Bust away.’
“He always carried his axe with him to cut firewood, and he gave it to the boy. Smash’s fingers seemed suddenly to grow very long and very strong, for they seized the handle and lifted it up. Then, before the giant realized what was happening, Smash gave the axe a mighty swing and cut the top of his head off.”
“Hurrah for Smash!” exclaimed Bad.
“Wait a minute,” said Hal. “There’s more coming and you won’t be so happy over it.”
“Did Smash fall off his ear?” inquired one of the boys.
“Good guess,” replied Hal. “That’s just what happened.”