“Well, we might as well go to bed,” declared Tom at length.  “We can’t do any more to-night, and I’m dead tired.  In the morning we can talk over new plans.  My box of tricks isn’t exhausted yet.”

In spite of their strange captivity our friends slept well, and they did not awaken once during the night, for they had worked hard that day, and were almost exhausted.  In the morning they looked out and saw guards still about the hut.

“Now for a good breakfast, and another try!” exclaimed Tom, as he washed in a big earthen jar of water that had been provided.  Freshened by the cool liquid, they were made hungry for the meal which was brought to them a little later.  They noticed that the women cooks looked at them with fear in their eyes, and did not linger as they had done before.  Instead they set down the trays of food and hurried away.

“They’re getting to be afraid of us,” declared Tom.  “If we could only talk their language—­”

“By Jove!” suddenly interrupted Ned.  “I’ve just thought of something.  Jake Poddington you know—­the agent for Mr. Preston who so mysteriously disappeared.”

“Well, what about him?” asked Tom.  “Did you see him?”

“No, but he may be here—­a captive like ourselves.  If he is he’s been here long enough to have learned the language of the giants, and if he could translate for us, we wouldn’t have any trouble.  Why didn’t we think of it before?  If we could only find Mr. Poddington!”

“Yes, if we only could,” put in Tom.  “But it’s a slim chance.  I declare I’ve forgotten about him in the last few days, so many things have happened.  But what makes you think he is here, Ned?”

“Why he started for giant land, you’ll remember, and he may have reached here.  Oh, if we could only find him, and save him and save ourselves!”

“It would be great!” admitted Tom.  “But I’m afraid we can’t do it.  There’s a chance, though, that Mr. Poddington may be here, or may have been here.  If we could only get out and make some explorations or some inquiries.  It’s tough to be cooped up here like chickens.”

Tom looked from the window, vainly hoping that the guards might have been withdrawn.  The giants were still before the windows and doors.

For a week this captivity was kept up, and in that time Tom and his friends had occasional glimpses of Hank Delby going to and from the king’s hut.  His majesty himself was not seen, but there appeared to be considerable activity in the giant village.

From their prison-hut the captives could see the native market held in the big open space, and giants from surrounding towns and the open country came in to trade.  There were also curious about the white captives, and there was a constant throng around the big hut, peering in.  So also there was about the hut where the circus man had his headquarters.  Delby seemed to be free to come and go as he choose.

“I guess he’s laying his plans to take a giant or two away with him,” remarked Tom one day.  “I wonder what will become of us, when he does go?”