Jack threw it over his left shoulder, and that minute there arose behind them a chestnut wood ten miles wide. On and on they went that day and that night; and till middle of the next day, “Jack,” says the mare, “look behind you, and see what you can see.”
Jack looked behind him, and “Oh!” says he, “I see the Giant of the Hundred Hills coming tearing after us like a harvest hurricane.”
“Do you see anything strange about him, Jack?” says the mare.
“Yes,” says Jack, says he, “there are as many bushes on the top of his head, and as much fowl stuck about his feet and legs as will keep him in fire-wood and flesh for years to come. We are done for this time, entirely,” says poor Jack.
“Not yet,” says the mare; “there is another chance. Look into my right ear, and see what you can see.”
In the mare’s right ear Jack looked, and found a drop of water.
“Throw it over your left shoulder, Jack,” says the mare, “and see what will happen.”
Over his left shoulder Jack threw it, and all at once a lough sprung up between them and the Giant that was one hundred miles wide every way and one hundred miles deep.
“Now,” says the mare, “he cannot reach us until he drinks his way through the lough, and very likely he will drink until he bursts, and then we shall be rid of him altogether.”
Jack thanked God, and on he went. It was not long now until he reached the borders of Scotland, and there he saw a great wood.