“I think they were a bit afraid of me in spite of my small size,” explained the circus man.  “I never thought to be rescued, for, though I figured that Mr. Preston might hear of my plight, he could never find this place.  How did you get here?”

Then Tom told his story, and of how they themselves were held captives because of the treachery of Hank Delby.

“That’s just like him!” cried Poddington.  “He was always mean, and always trying to get the advantage of his rivals.  But I’m glad I’m with you.  With what stuff you have here it oughtn’t to be difficult to get away from giant land.”

“But I want a giant,” insisted Tom.  “I told Mr. Preston I’d bring him back one, and I’m going to do it.”

“You can’t!” cried the circus man.  “They won’t come with you, and it’s almost impossible to make a prisoner of one.  You’d better escape.  I want to get away from giant land.  I’ve had enough.”

“We’ll get away,” said Tom confidently, “and we’ll have a giant or two when we go.”

“You’ll have some before you go I guess!” suddenly interrupted Ned.  “There’s a whole crowd of ’em headed this way, and they’ve got clubs, bows and arrows and those blow guns!  I guess they’re going to besiege us.”

“All right!” cried Tom.  “If they want to fight we can give ’em as good as they send.  Ned, you and Mr. Damon and I will handle the electric rifles.  Eradicate, use your shotgun, and fire high.  We don’t want to hurt any of the big men.  We’ll merely stun them with the electric bullets, but the noise of Rad’s gun will help some.”

“What can I do?” asked Mr. Poddington.

“You’re too weak to do much,” replied Tom.  “You just keep on the lookout, and tell us if they try any surprises.  I guess we can handle ’em all right.”

With shouts and yells the big men came on.  Evidently their indifference toward their captives had turned to anger because of the freeing of Poddington, and now they were determined to use harsh measures.  They advanced with wild yells, brandishing their clubs and other weapons, while the weird sound of the tom-toms and natives drums added to the din.

When a short distance from the hut the giants stopped, and began firing arrows and darts from the blow guns.

“Look out for those!” warned Tom.  “They probably are poisoned, and a scratch may mean death.  Give ’em a few shots now, Ned and Mr. Damon!  Rad, give ’em a salute, but fire high!”

“Dat’s what I will, Massa Tom!”

The gun of the colored man barked out a noisy welcome, and, at the same time three giants fell, stunned by the electric bullets, for the rifles were adjusted to send out only mild charges.

Thrice they charged, and each time they were driven back, and then, finding that the captives were ever ready for them, they gave up the attempt to overwhelm them, and hurried away, many going into the king’s hut.  His royal majesty did not show himself during the fight.