“Come on!  Come on!” cried Tom.

“Look out!” yelled Ned.  “Some of the giants are after him, Tom!”

Several of the big men, after their first fright, had recovered sufficiently to pursue the captive so strangely released by the explosion.

“Hand me an electric rifle, Ned!” cried Tom,

“Bless my shoe laces!” cried Mr. Damon.  “You’re not going to kill any of the giants; are you, Tom?”

“Well, I’m not going to let them capture Jake Poddington again,” was the quick answer, “but I guess if I stun a few of them with the electric bullets that will answer.”

Poddington (for later the white captive did prove to be the missing circus man) ran on, and close behind him came two of the giants, taking long strides.  Tom aimed his electric rifle at the foremost and pulled the trigger.  There was no sound, but the big man crumpled up and fell, rolling over and over.  With a yell of rage his companion pressed on, but a moment later, he, too, went down, and then the others, who had started in pursuit of their recent captive, turned back.

“I thought that would fix ’em,” murmured Tom gleefully.

In another five seconds Poddington was inside the hut, gasping from his run.  He was very thin and pale, and the sudden exertion had been too much for him.

“Water—­water!” he gasped, and Mr. Damon gave him some.  He sank on one of the skin-covered benches, and his half-exhausted breath slowly came back to him.

“Boys,” he gasped.  “I don’t know who you are, but thank heaven you came just in time.  I couldn’t have stood it much longer.  I heard you yell something about Preston.  Is it possible he sent you to find me?”

“Partly that and partly to get a giant,” explained Tom.  “We didn’t know you were in that hut, or we’d never have blown up the one next to it, though we suspected you might be held captive somewhere around here, from the queer way the giants acted when we asked about you.”

“And so you blew up that hut?” remarked the circus agent.  “I thought it was struck by lightning.  But it did me a good turn.  I was chained to the wall of the hut next door, and your explosion split the beam to which my chains were fastened.  I didn’t lose any time running out, I can tell you.  Oh, but it’s good to be free once more and to see someone my own size!”

“How did you get here, and why did they keep you a prisoner?” asked Tom.  Then Poddington told his story, while Ned and Mr. Damon aided Tom in filing off the rude iron shackles from his wrists and ankles.

As Mr. Preston had heard, Jake Poddington had started for giant land.  But he lost his way, his escort of natives deserted him, just as Tom’s did, and he wandered on in the jungle, nearly dying.  Then, merely by accident, he came upon giant land, but he had the misfortune to incur the anger of the big men who took him for an enemy.  They at once made him a prisoner, and had kept him so ever since, though they did not harm him otherwise, and gave him good food.