"Well, I wouldn"t consent to that anyhow," said Jimmieboy. "I love the major too much to----"
"So do we all," interrupted the sprite. "Why even I love the major and I wouldn"t let anybody eat him for anything--no, sir!--not if I were offered a whole vanilla eclaire would I permit the major to be eaten.
But my scheme is the only one possible. I will turn myself into a giant twice as big as Fortyforefoot; I will place you and the major in my pockets and then I will call upon him. He will be so afraid of me that he will do almost anything I ask him to, but to make him give us the very best things he can make I would rather deal gently with him, and instead of forcing him to make the peaches and cherries I"ll offer to trade you two fellows off for the things we need. He will be pleased enough at the chance to get anything so good to eat as you look, and he"ll prepare everything for us, and he will put you down stairs in the pantry. Then I will tell him stories, and some of the major"s jokes, to make him sleepy, and when finally he dozes off I will steal the pantry key and set you free. How does that strike you, general?"
"It"s a very good plan unless Fortyforefoot should find us so toothsome looking that he would want to eat us raw. We may be nothing more than fruit for him, you know, and truly I don"t want to be anybody"s apple,"
said Jimmieboy.
"You are quite correct there, general," said the major, with a chuckle.
"In fact, I"m quite sure he"d think you and I were fruit because being two we are necessarily a pear."
"It won"t happen," said the sprite. "He isn"t likely to think you are fruit and even if he does I won"t let him eat you. I"ll keep him from doing it if I have to eat you myself."
"Oh, of course, then, with a kind promise like that there is nothing left for us to do but accept your proposition," said the major. "As Ben Bullet says:
"When only one thing can be done-- If people only knew it-- The wisest course beneath the sun Is just to go and do it.""
"I"m willing to take my chances," said Jimmieboy, "if after I see what kind of a giant you can turn yourself into I think you are terrible enough to frighten another giant."
"Well, just watch me," said the sprite, taking off his coat. "And mind, however terrifying I may become, don"t you get frightened, because I won"t hurt you."
"Go ahead," said the major, valiantly. "Wait until we get scared before talking like that to us."
"One, two, three!" cried the sprite. "Presto! Change!
"Bazam, bazam, A sprite I am, Bazoo, bazee, A giant I"d be.""
Then there came a terrific noise; the trees about the little group shook to the very last end of their roots, all grew dark as night, and as quickly grew light again. In the returning light Jimmieboy saw looming up before him a fearful creature, eighty feet high, clad in a magnificent suit embroidered with gold and silver, a fierce mustache upon his lip, and dangling at his side was a heavy sword.
It was the sprite now transformed into a giant--a terrible-looking fellow, though to Jimmieboy he was not terrible because the boy knew that the dreadful creature was only his little friend in disguise.
"How do I look?" came a bellowing voice from above the trees.
"First rate. Horribly frightful. I"m sure you"ll do, and I am ready,"
said Jimmieboy, with a laugh. "What do you think, major?"
But there came no answer, and Jimmieboy, looking about him to see why the major made no reply, was just in time to see that worthy soldier"s coat-tails disappearing down the road.
The major was running away as fast as he could go.
CHAPTER XII.
IN FORTYFOREFOOT VALLEY.
"You"ve frightened him pretty well, Spritey," said Jimmieboy, with a laugh, as the major pa.s.sed out of sight.
"Yes," returned the sprite. "But you don"t seem a bit afraid."
"I"m not--though I think I should be if I didn"t know who you are,"
returned Jimmieboy. "You are really a pretty hideous affair."
"Well, I need to be if I am to get the best of Fortyforefoot, but, I say, you mustn"t call me Spritey now that I am a giant. It won"t do to call me by any name that would show Fortyforefoot who I really am," said the sprite, with a warning shake of his head.
"But what shall I call you?" asked Jimmieboy.
"Bludgeonhead is my name now," replied the sprite. "Benjamin B.
Bludgeonhead is my full name, but you know me well enough to call me plain Bludgeonhead."
"All right, plain Bludgeonhead," said Jimmieboy, "I"ll do as you say--and now don"t you think we"d better be starting along?"
"Yes," said Bludgeonhead, reaching down and grabbing hold of Jimmieboy with his huge hand. "We"ll start right away, and until we come in sight of Fortyforefoot"s house I think perhaps you"ll be more comfortable if you ride on my shoulder instead of in my coat-pocket."
"Thank you very much," said Jimmieboy, as Bludgeonhead lifted him up from the ground and set him lightly as a feather on his shoulder. "My, what a view!" he added, as he gazed about him. "I think I"d like to be as tall as this all the time, Bludgeonhead. What a great thing it would be on parade days to be as tall as this. Why I can see miles and miles of country from here."
"Yes, it"s pretty fine--but I don"t think I"d care to be so tall always," returned Bludgeonhead, as he stepped over a great broad river that lay in his path. "It makes one very uppish to be as high in the air as this; and you"d be all the time looking down on your friends, too, which would be so unpleasant for your friends that they wouldn"t have anything to do with you after a while. Hang on tight now. I"m going to jump over this mountain in front of us."
Here Bludgeonhead drew back a little and then took a short run, after which he leaped high in the air, and he and Jimmieboy sailed easily over the great hills before them, and then alighted safe and sound on the other side.
"That was just elegant!" cried Jimmieboy, clapping his hands with glee.
"I hope there are lots more hills like that to be jumped over."
"No, there aren"t," said Bludgeonhead, "but if you like it so much I"ll go back and do it again."
"Let"s," said Jimmieboy.
Bludgeonhead turned back and jumped over the mountain half a dozen times until Jimmieboy was satisfied and then he resumed his journey.
"This," he said, after trudging along in silence for some time, "this is Fortyforefoot Valley, and in a short time we shall come to the giant"s castle; but meanwhile I want you to see what a wonderful place this is.
The valley itself will give you a better idea of Fortyforefoot"s great power as a magician than anything else that I know of. Do you know what this place was before he came here?"
"No," said Jimmieboy. "What was it?"
"It was a great big hole in the ground," returned Bludgeonhead. "A regular sand pit. Fortyforefoot liked the situation because it was surrounded by mountains and n.o.body ever wanted to come here because sand pits aren"t worth visiting. There wasn"t a tree or a speck of a green thing anywhere in sight--nothing but yellow sand glaring in the sun all day and sulking in the moon all night."
"Why how could that be? It"s all covered with beautiful trees and gardens and brooks now," said Jimmieboy, which was quite true, for the Fortyforefoot Valley was a perfect paradise to look at, filled with everything that was beautiful in the way of birds and trees and flowers and water courses. "How could he make the trees and flowers grow in dry hot sand like that?"
"By his magic power, of course," answered Bludgeonhead. "He filled up a good part of the sand pit with stones that he found about here, and then he changed one part of the desert into a pond so that he could get all the water he wanted. Then he took a square mile of sand and changed every grain of it into blades of gra.s.s. Other portions he transformed into forests until finally simply by the wonderful power he has to change one thing into another he got the place into its present shape."
"But the birds, how did he make them?" asked the little general.
"He didn"t," said Bludgeonhead. "They came of their own accord. They saw what a beautiful place this was and they simply moved in."
Bludgeonhead paused a moment in his walk and set Jimmieboy down on the ground again.
"I think I"ll take a rest here before going on. We are very near to Fortyforefoot"s castle now," he said. "I"ll sit down here for a few moments and sharpen my sword and get in good shape for a fight if one becomes necessary. Don"t wander away, Jimmieboy. This place is full of traps for just such fellows as you who come in here. That"s the way Fortyforefoot catches them for dinner."