"Stop, stick!"
"I implore your mercy," cried the physician.
"Will you give me your word to take care of this poor boy's father if I release you?"
"I will do whatever you say," said the unfortunate doctor! "He shall lack for nothing."
"Then come out of the sack," said Abdallah.
The doctor came out, and he was so badly bruised that he could scarcely stand on his feet, but Abdallah made him walk.
Returning to the village, the doctor was so attentive to the poor sick man that there could be no doubt of his recovery, and Abdallah went on his way, anxious to see his father.
After several days of travelling he came to a dense forest, through which he was compelled to pass. Looking closely, he saw a pathway, which was scarcely discernible, and it was bordered on each side by thorns and brambles. This path led to a castle belonging to a terrible and cruel giant. The sun had gone down and night had set in, and Abdallah knocked at the door of the castle.
"Who are you?" said a voice.