"Do you want to call on any of the cotton buyers?"
"No, don't care to see them."
"All right; I'll walk until you say quit."
And thus they passed the day, with strolling about, halting to look at an old tiled roof, a broken iron gate, a wrought iron balcony, a snail-covered garden wall; and when evening was come they went to a hotel to rest; but no sooner had night fallen than they went out again to resume their walk.
"Look here," said Tom, beginning to lag, "I don't want to kick, but I'd just like to know why I am fool enough to walk all day like a mule on a tread-mill?"
"You said you'd walk with me."
"Said I would! Haven't I?"
"Yes," the giant drawled, "in a manner."
"If I haven't walked I don't know what you call walking. You have made a machine of me, a corn-planter. Would you mind telling me where we are going now?"
"I confess I don't know," the giant answered.