The red man went down to the house of the giant. The giant was sitting on a chair by the fire.
“Uncle, dear,” said the red man, “is it like this you are?”
“Yes, kinsman mine: what is coming to me?”
Said the red man: “The King of the prodigious Eastern World is coming up to kill you. Get out of the way as quick as you can.”
“I have an iron house outside there. Lock me into it.”
He locked the man in. He went to his master. He took his master up to the house of the giant. He got ready their supper. They went to rest. This was the giant’s cry in the morning. “Let them open.” The red man went to him. He asked him what was the matter.
“I am ready to perish with hunger. Let me out of this quickly.”
“I will not let you out,” said the red man, “till you tell me where the dark cloak is.”
“That is what I will never tell any one.”