At this Jobson thought the giant must be mad, and he was a little afraid; then again he thought to himself, "Perhaps he is not mad, but only weak in his head. Giants, they say, are often not very wise." So he tried to explain. "What shall I give you if you work for me?"
"Give me?" said the giant; "what a joke! You need give me nothing, I will work for you for love."
Then Jobson could hardly believe his ears, but he thought he would go home at once and tell his wife the good news, that he had got a great, strong giant who would work for him for nothing.
"Where are you going?" said the giant.
"I am going home to tell my wife."
"Had you not better let me carry you?" said the giant.
Then Jobson was frightened in his heart. "Perhaps if I say yes the giant will swallow me alive." But he did not tell him so.
"How can you carry me?" said he.
"I can carry you any way you like," said the giant, "so long as the road goes down hill."
"Oh, it is down hill all the way!" said Jobson.