“Though here you lodge with me this night,
   You shall not see the morning light;
   My club shall dash your brains out quite.”

“Say you so?” thought Jack; “are these your tricks upon travellers?  But I hope to prove as cunning as you.”  Then getting out of bed, he groped about the room, and at last found a large thick billet of wood; he laid it in his own place in the bed, and then hid himself in a dark corner of the room.  In the middle of the night the giant came with his great club, and struck many heavy blows on the bed, in the very place where Jack had laid the billet, and then he went back to his own room, thinking he had broken all his bones.  Early in the morning, Jack put a bold face upon the matter, and walked into the giant’s room to thank him for his lodgings.  The giant started when he saw him, and he began to stammer out, “Oh, dear me!  Is it you?  Pray, how did you sleep last night?  Did you hear or see any thing in the dead of the night?” “Nothing worth speaking of,” said Jack carelessly; “a rat, I believe, gave me three or four slaps with his tail, and disturbed me a little; but I soon went to sleep again.”  The giant wondered more and more at this; yet he did not answer a word, but went to bring two great bowls of hasty-pudding for their breakfast.  Jack wished to make the giant believe that he could eat as much as himself.  So he contrived to button a leathern bag inside his coat, and slipped the hasty-pudding into this bag, while he seemed to put it into his mouth.  When breakfast was over, he said to the giant:  “Now I will show you a fine trick; I can cure all wounds with a touch; I could cut off my head one minute, and the next, put it sound again on my shoulders:  you shall see an example.”  He then took hold of the knife, ripped up the leathern bag, and all the hasty-pudding tumbled out upon the floor.  “Ods splutter hur nails,” cried the Welsh giant, who was ashamed to be outdone by such a little fellow as Jack, “hur can do that hurself.”  So he snatched up the knife, plunged it into his stomach, and in a moment dropped down dead.

As soon as Jack had thus tricked the Welsh monster, he went farther on his journey; and a few days after he met with King Arthur’s only son, who had got his father’s leave to travel into Wales, to deliver a beautiful lady from the power of a wicked magician, who held her in his enchantments.  When Jack found that the young prince had no servants with him, he begged leave to attend him; and the prince at once agreed to this, and gave Jack many thanks for his kindness.  The prince was a handsome, polite, and brave knight, and so good-natured that he gave money to every body he met.  At length he gave his last penny to an old woman, and then turned to Jack, and said:  “How shall we be able to get food for ourselves the rest of our journey?” “Leave that to me sir,” said Jack; “I will provide for my prince.”  Night now came on, and the prince began to grow uneasy at thinking