Overcome with fatigue, Abdallah left the giant and went to sleep, for he stood greatly in need of rest, and in the morning he was still asleep when the giant came to awake him. "Get up!" the giant exclaimed. "You have lived long enough. Let us cross swords and see who will be the victor." "It is useless," said Abdallah; "the combat would be too unequal. Let me go, I pray you." "No," said the giant, severely; "you must die. Come quickly, I am in a hurry." "Well, then," said Abdallah, "since you insist on it, we will fight, but I regret it, I assure you, for I really do not want to kill you." "Enough!" exclaimed the giant; "your insolence will soon be punished." At this the giant raised his great hand with the intention of crushing his opponent, when Abdallah suddenly cried out: "Jump in my sack!" The giant made a horrible grimace, and seemed to hesitate, but, at last, with a loud cry, he threw himself into the marvellous sack. "Stick, do your duty!" exclaimed Abdallah, and the magic stick, in a livelier manner than ever began to whack the cruel giant with great energy. "Do have mercy!" exclaimed the giant. "Take pity on me!" Abdallah had mercy and the stick stopped. "What do you think of our contest?" asked Abdallah. "Have you a mind to renew it?" "You are a terrible sorcerer," said the giant, "and I have never seen one like you." "Then," said Abdallah, "you are conquered." "Have it as you will," said the giant. "What can I say to the contrary?" "You are right," said Abdallah. "Good-by, Mr. Giant. You should be more hospitable another time." The giant was anxious to accompany Abdallah, and he persisted in going with him until he had passed through the forest. Abdallah continued on his journey, and it was not long before he arrived at home, where he was gratified to embrace his old father. "My dear father!" he exclaimed, "I am very rich. I am powerful and I come to you." "My dear child," said the old man, "you deceive yourself, or my eyes have become very weak; for I only see a sack on your back and a stick in your hand." "No, father," the son cried, "we are rich, very rich. Hereafter we shall enjoy everything in abundance, and since the famine still continues, our neighbors will enjoy our good fortune." In a few words, Abdallah told his father how he had been abandoned by his brothers; and he told the old man also of the wonderful virtues of his enchanted sack. "Your kind-heartedness, my son," said the old man, "has had its reward, but let us not, in our prosperity, forget those who are sad and cry because they are hungry." "Do not trouble yourself, my father. For such as these our table will always be spread, and our doors will never be closed against them."