tting it as it should be, the hay before the mare and the meat
before the bear, and to it both of them fell.

And when he had done this, up speaks the mare, and "Poor Jack," says
she, "I am sorry for you. This night you will be killed surely; and
sorry for us, too, I am, for we will be killed as well as you."

"Oh, oh, oh!" says Jack, says he, "that is terrible. Is there nothing
we can do?"

"Only one thing," says the mare.

"What is that?" says Jack.

"It's this," says the mare; "put that saddle and bridle on me, and let
us start off and be away, far, far from this country, when the Giant
comes back." And soon Jack had the saddle and bridle on the mare, and
on her back he got to start off.

"Oh!" says the bear, speaking up, "both of you are going away to leave
me in for all the trouble."

"No," says the mare, "we will not do that. Jack," says she, "take the
chains and tie me to the bear."

Jack tied the mare to the bear with chains that were hanging by, and
then the three of them, the mare and the bear and Jack, started, and
on and on they went, as fast as they could gallop.

After a long time, says the mare: "Jack, look behind you, and see what
you can see."

Jack looked behind him, and "Oh!" says he, "I see the Giant of the
Hundred Hills coming like a raging storm. Very soon he will be on us,
and we will all three be murdered."

Says the mare, says she, "We have a chance yet. Look in my left ear,
and see what you can see;" and in her left ear Jack looked, and saw a
little chestnut.

"Throw it over your left shoulder," says the mare.

Jack threw it over his left shoulder, and that minute there arose
behind them a chestnut wood ten miles wide. On and on they went that
day and that night; and till the middle of the next day, "Jack," says
the mare, "look behind you, and see what you can see."

Jack looked behind him, and "Oh!" says he, "I see the Giant of the
Hundred Hills coming tearing after us like a harvest hurricane."

"Do you see anything strange about him, Jack?" says the mare.

"Yes," says Jack, says he, "there are as many bushes on the top of his
head, and as much fowl stuck about his feet and legs as will keep him
in firewood and flesh for years to come. We are done for this time,
entirely," says poor Jack.

"Not yet," says the mare; "there is another chance. Look into my right
ear, and see what you can see."

In the mare's right ear Jack looked, and found a drop of water.

"Throw it ov