Here they sat down to consider what could be done. The spiders did not heed them, but ate away at the flies.--Now, at the foot of the mountain, and all round it, was a ring of water, not very broad, but very deep. As they sat watching them, one of the spiders, whose web was woven across this water, somehow or other lost his hold, and fell in on his back. Tricksey-Wee and Buffy-Bob ran to his assistance, and laying hold each of one of his legs, succeeded, with the help of the other legs, which struggled spiderfully, in getting him out upon dry land. As soon as he had shaken himself, and dried himself a little, the spider turned to the children, saying,-- "And now, what can I do for you?" "Tell us, please," said they, "how we can get up the mountain to the she-eagle's nest." "Nothing is easier," answered the spider. "Just run up there, and tell them all I sent you, and nobody will mind you." "But we haven't got claws like you, Mr. Spider," said Buffy. "Ah! no more you have, poor unprovided creatures! Still, I think we can manage it. Come home with me." "You won't eat us, will you?" said Buffy. "My dear child," answered the spider, in a tone of injured dignity, "I eat nothing but what is mischievous or useless. You have helped me, and now I will help you." The children rose at once, and climbing as well as they could, reached the spider's nest in the centre of the web. Nor did they find it very difficult; for whenever too great a gap came, the spider spinning a strong cord stretched it just where they would have chosen to put their feet next. He left them in his nest, after bringing them two enormous honey-bags, taken from bees that he had caught; but presently about six of the wisest of the spiders came back with him. It was rather horrible to look up and see them all round the mouth of the nest, looking down on them in contemplation, as if wondering whether they would be nice eating. At length one of them said,--"Tell us truly what you want with the eagle, and we will try to help you." Then Tricksey-Wee told them that there was a giant on the borders who treated little children no better than radishes, and that they had narrowly escaped being eaten by him; that they had found out that the great she-eagle of Mount Skycrack was at present sitting on his heart; and that, if they could only get hold of the heart, they would soon teach the giant better behaviour. "But," said their host, "if you get at the heart of the giant, you will find it as large as one of your elephants. What can you do with it?" "The least scratch will kill it," replied Buffy-Bob. "Ah! but you might do better than that," said the spider.--"Now we have resolved to help you. Here is a little bag of spider-juice. The giants cannot bear spiders, and this juice is dreadful poison to them. We are all ready to go up with you, and drive the eagle away. Then you must put the heart into this other bag, and bring it down with you; for then the giant will be in your power."