'Will you let me help you to empty the pool?' asked the tiny Piskey. 'I am only a little bit of a chap compared with you, I know--a God's little cow by the side of a plough-horse, the Man in the Lantern said,' as the Giant laughed sardonically; 'and my dinky hand is nothing for size, but it hasn't a hole in it.' 'You can help me if you like,' said the Giant with another sardonic laugh. 'It will be perhaps another case of a mouse freeing the lion!' 'Who knows?' cried the Piskey, who took the Giant's remark quite seriously; and climbing out of the huge ear, he slid down over the boulder to the pool, and making a dipper of his tiny hand, began to dip out water as fast as he could, and never stopped dipping once till a movement behind him made him pause, and, looking up, he saw the great big Giant on his feet towering above him like a tor, with an awful look of rage on his face. 'I can never, never, empty Dozmare Pool with a limpet-shell that has a hole in it,' howled the Giant--'no, not if I dip till the Day of Doom;' and he flung the shell into the big pool. As he flung it a great blast of rage broke from him and lashed the dark water of the big pool in fury. He howled and howled, and his howls were heard in every part of the lonely waste surrounding the pool, and went roaring round and round the far-stretching moors, and were echoed by the desolate hills. By-and-by the Giant turned his back on the pool and strode away in the direction of the sea, howling and roaring as he went. The little Piskey was so terrified by the Giant's roaring that he crept into a water-rat's hole, and never ventured out for a night and a day. The second night after the Giant had gone he came out of the hole to see if he had returned, but he had not. He was disappointed in spite of the fright he had received, for the Giant had never told him whether he had seen his laugh, and he did not know where to go in search of it, or whom to ask if it had been seen. As he thought about this, he became very miserable--almost as miserable as the unhappy Giant who had sold his soul, and he wished with all his heart that the kind little Man in the Lantern would come his way again. As he was wishing this he looked over the big pool, which was very dark and unlit by single star, when something very soft and bright smote the black water on the opposite side of the pool. Thinking it was the dear little Man in his Lantern come in answer to his wish, he fixed his gaze upon the brightness, and in a minute or two a little Barge shot out from the reeds and came swiftly towards him, and he saw (for the Piskeys can see in the dark like a cat) that the Barge was being rowed across the big pool by a little old man. The soft light that smote the water came from the prow of the little craft and lit up the face of the Bargeman, which was half turned towards the Piskey, and was very seared and brown. When the Barge came near the spot where the Piskey was standing, the Tiny Bargeman said: