“I’m afraid we couldn’t,” the goblin-giant admitted, shaking his head. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Oh, dear!” groaned Bob.
“Oh, dear!” seconded Fitz.
“Say!” squeaked the old sheik, looking up at the two giants. “What are we Arabs to do? We are so small we cannot mount and manage our beasts.”
“I don’t know,” rumbled Bob.
“And I don’t know,” mumbled Fitz.
“Well, you’re a nice pair of magicians—you are!” screeched the sheik, pulling at his long beard. “Don’t you know anything you can do to help us out of our quandary?”
Each giant sadly shook his big head.
“Well,” the old sheik screeched, “I know what you’ve got to do—you’ve got to give our beasts some of your magic medicine, and shrink ’em.”
“Oh!” Bob ejaculated.