Then he pulled out his watch, looked at it and shuddered. "Only three quarters of an hour left," he groaned.
And there they sat at the window worrying and worrying and worrying, and wondering what to do. And underneath the window sat the twenty-headed Gallopus gloating and gloating and gloating over the way they were worrying. And finally the three-quarters of an hour passed and they knew if Ting stayed in the castle another minute he would turn into a spider.
Underneath the window sat the twenty-headed Gallopus
"Oh, dear," said the boy, "I guess I'll have to go out and be eaten. It's bad enough but I think I'd rather be eaten than be a spider."
"Yes," said the Princess, "and I think I should, too, only I would like to disappoint that Gallopus. I know he'd much rather eat you than have you turn into a spider."
"Oh, do you think so?" said Ting.