“But the giants—­you can’t carry them in it.”

“No, and I’m not going to try.  If they’ll agree to go they can set off through the woods afoot.  We’ll meet them in a certain place—­ where there’s a good land mark which we can easily distinguish from the aeroplane.  We’ll take what stuff we can with us, and leave the rest here.  Oh, it can be done, Ned.”

“But when you start out with the aeroplane they’ll make a rush and overwhelm us.”

“No, for I’ll do it so quickly that they won’t have a chance.  I’m going to saw through the beams of one side of this hut.  To the rear there is level ground that will make a fine starting place.  When everything is ready, say some night, we’ll pull the side wall down, start the aeroplane out as it falls, and sail away.  Then we’ll pick up the giant brothers out in the woods, and travel to civilization again.”

“By Jove!  I believe that will work!” cried the circus man.

“Bless my corn plaster, I think so myself!” added Mr. Damon.

“But first we’ve got to get the brothers to agree,” went on Tom, “and that is going to be hard work.”

It was not so difficult as it was tedious.  Through an aged woman, with whom he had made friends when a captive, Jake Poddington managed to get word to the royal twins that he and the other captives would like to see them privately.  Then they had to wait for an answer.

In the meanwhile the giants tried several times to surprise Tom and his friends by attacks, but the captives were on the alert, and the electric rifles drove them back.

One night nearly all the guards were observed to be absent.  There were not more than half a dozen scattered about the hut.

“I wonder what that means?” asked Tom, who was puzzled.

“I know!” exclaimed Jake Poddington after a moment’s thought.  “It’s their big annual feast.  Even the king goes to it.  They were just getting over it when I struck here last year, and maybe that’s what set them so against me.  Boys, this may be our chance!”

“How?” asked Ned.

“The king’s brothers may find an opportunity to come and talk to us when the feast is at its height,” was the reply.

Anxiously they waited, and in order that the royal brothers might come in unobserved, if they did conclude to speak to the captives, Tom and his companions hung some pieces of canvas over the windows and doors, and had only a single light burning.

It was at midnight that a cautious knock sounded at the side of the hut and Tom glided to the main door.  In the shadows he saw the two royal brothers, Tola and Koku.

“Here they are!” whispered Tom to Jake Poddington, who came forward.

“Come!” invited the circus man in the giants’ tongue, and the brothers entered the hut.

How Jake persuaded them to throw in their fortunes with the captives the circus man hardly knew himself.  Perhaps it was due as much as anything to the dislike they felt toward the king, and the mean way he had treated them.