Job Titus had hurried over to the fallen giant.
"He isn't dead," he called, "but I guess he won't wrestle or fight any more. He's badly crippled."
"And him no more try to blow up tunnel, either," said Koku in his hoarse voice. "Me fix: him! No more him take powder, and make tunnel all bust."
"What do you mean, Koku?" asked Tom. "Is that why you fought him? Did he try to wreck the tunnel?"
"So him done, Master. But Koku see—Koku stop. Then um fight."
"Be jabbers an' I wouldn't wonder but what he was right!" cried Tim Sullivan, excitedly. "I did see that beggar." and he pointed to Lamos, who was slowly crawling away, "at the chist where I kape th' powder, but I thought nothin' of it at th' time. What did he try t' do, Koku?"
Then the giant explained in his own language, Tom Swift translating, for Koku spoke English but indifferently well.
"Koku says," rendered Tom, "that he saw Lamos trying to put a big charge of powder up in the place where the balanced rock fits in the secret opening of the tunnel roof. The charge was all ready to fire, and if the giant had set it off he might have brought down the roof of the tunnel and so choked it up that we'd have been months cleaning it out. Koku saw him and stopped him, and then the fight began. We only saw the end."
"Bless my shoe string!" gasped Mr. Damon. "And a terrible end it was. Will Lamos die?"
"I don't think so," answered Job Titus. "But he will be a cripple for life. Not only would he have wrecked the tunnel, but he would have killed many of our men had he set off that blast. Koku saved them, though it seems too bad he had to fight to do it."