They threw into it all that they could find--old clothes, old shoes, old carpets, and everything else. Finette then took Yvon by the hand and led him through the three antechambers, where she ran in a mold three bullets of gold, two bullets of silver, and one bullet of copper, after which they quitted the house and ran toward the sea. [Illustration: HE WAS SOON SNORING SO LOUDLY THAT IT SEEMED LIKE THUNDER SHAKING THE MOUNTAINS] "_On--the Kerver!_" cried Yvon, as soon as he saw himself in the country. "Explain yourself, dear Finette; what farce are we playing now?" "Let us run--let us run!" she cried; "if we do not quit this wretched island before night, it is all over with us." "_On--the Kerver!_" replied Yvon, laughing, "and down with the giant!" When he had snored a full hour, the giant stretched his limbs, half opened one eye, and cried, "Is it ready?" "It is just beginning to boil," answered the first drop of blood on the log. The giant turned over, and snored louder than ever for an hour or two longer. Then he stretched his limbs, half opened one eye, and cried out: "Do you hear me? Is it almost ready?" "It is half done," answered the second drop of blood on the log. The giant turned over, and slept an hour longer. Then he yawned, stretched his great limbs, and cried out, impatiently: "Isn't it ready yet?" "It is ready now," answered the third drop of blood on the log. The giant sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked around to see who had spoken; but it was in vain to look; he saw nobody. "Finette," howled he, "why isn't the table set?" There was no answer. The giant, furious, sprang out of bed, seized a ladle, which looked like a caldron with a pitchfork for a handle, and plunged it into the pot to taste the soup. "Finette!" howled he, "you haven't salted it. What sort of soup is this? I see neither meat nor vegetables." No; but, in return, he saw his carpet, which had not quite all boiled to pieces. At this sight he fell into such a fit of rage that he could not keep his feet. "Villains!" said he, "you have played a fine trick on me; but you shall pay for it." He rushed out with a stick in his hand, and strode along at such a rate that in a quarter of an hour he discovered the two fugitives still far from the seashore. He uttered such a cry of joy that the earth shook for twelve leagues around. Finette stopped, trembling. Yvon clasped her to his heart. "_On--the Kerver!_" said he; "the sea is not far off; we shall be there before our enemy." "Here he is! here he is!" cried Finette, pointing to the giant not a hundred yards off; "we are lost if this charm does not save us." She took the copper bullet and threw it on the ground, saying, "Copper bullet, save us, pray; Stop the giant on his way." And behold, the earth cracked apart with a terrific noise, and an enormous fissure, a bottomless pit, stopped the giant just as he was stretching out his hand to seize his prey.