Marmaduke ran past all the cages very fast until he came to another room. In it were lots of queer funny people.
He heard another voice, not like the runaway tiger's, but one just happy and pleasant, though very deep.
"Well, look who's here!" it said.
That was a funny thing to say, Marmaduke thought, and he looked up.
He had to look up ever so high. There was the tall giant, sitting on a great big chair. Big were his feet and his legs and his hands, and big were his chin and his nose and his hat. Still he didn't look cross like the giants in the story-books, just nice and kind.
Marmaduke stared up at him and he smiled down at Marmaduke.
It was very hot and the big giant took off his hat to wipe his forehead. He set his hat down. He didn't look where he put it and it went over Marmaduke's head and nearly covered him up. He couldn't see any sunlight. It was all dark inside that hat.
"Let me out," he shouted. And he heard someone say:
"What's in your hat?"
"There was a little boy around here," the giant replied. "Maybe I've covered him up."