"I think I'll go in and bid my wife good-by," said the constable, ruefully.
"What's the need of that?" asked Tarbox, impatiently.
"We don't know what may happen," said Spriggins, solemnly. "I'm ready to do my duty by the gover'ment; but it's a risky business, arrestin' a giant."
"Oh, well, be quick about it. I don't believe Mrs. Spriggins will mind."
This remark did not seem to encourage or soothe the constable, but he made no remark. He went into the house, and Mrs. Spriggins followed him when he came out.
"Nathan Tarbox," she said, "you're real mean to get my husband into trouble."
"How have I got him into trouble," demanded Tarbox doggedly.
"You want to get him into a fight with a giant. He ain't fit to wrestle with any one, bein' in poor health, least of all a giant."
"Ain't he a officer of the law? That's what I want to know," said Tarbox.