"What's the matter, my friend?" inquired Anak, addressing the driver of the team.
The latter stared in amazement at the gigantic querist, but his trouble overcame his surprise, and he answered, "You can see for yourself. My wagon's mired and my horse is too lazy to draw it out."
"Indeed the poor beast is unable," said Anak.
"He can do it if he wants to," said the driver, angrily. "I'll see if I can't persuade him," and he flourished a whip in a menacing manner.
"Hold there!" said Anak. "We'll see if we can't help him."
So saying he went round to the back of the wagon, and, seizing it in his powerful hands, cried, "Now start your horse!"
The driver did so, and, with Anak's powerful help, the horse had small difficulty in extricating the wagon from the mire.
"There, that's better than beating your horse," said Anak, stepping once more to the side of the road.
"You're powerful strong, sir," said the teamster, respectfully, surveying the colossal proportions of Anak.
"I ought to be, oughtn't I?" returned Anak.