"And did you really throw him off into the air?" asked Jimmieboy, as he walked out into the hall.
"Yes," said Bludgeonhead. "See that hole in the roof?" he added, pointing upward.
"My!" ejaculated Jimmieboy, as he glanced upward and saw a huge rent in the ceiling, through which, gradually rising and getting smaller and smaller the further he rose, was to be seen the unfortunate Fortyforefoot. "Did he go through there?"
"Yes," replied Bludgeonhead. "I simply picked him up and tossed him over my head. He'll never come back. I shall turn myself into Fortyforefoot and settle down here forever, only instead of being a bad giant I shall be a good one—but hallo! Who is this?"
The major had crawled out of the ice-chest and was now trying to appear calm, although his terrible fright still left him trembling so that he could hardly speak.
"It is Major Blueface," said Jimmieboy, with a smile.
"Oh!" cried Bludgeonhead. "He was Fortyforefoot's other prisoner."
"N—nun—not at—t—at—at all," stammered the major. "I def—fuf—feated him in sus—single combat."
"But what are you trembling so for now?" demanded Bludgeonhead.
"I—I am—m not tut—trembling," retorted the major. "I—I am o—only sh—shivering with—th—the—c—c—c—cold. I—I—I've bub—been in th—that i—i—i—ice bu—box sus—so long."