So Tricksey took her bag, and squeezed a drop out of it upon the heart. She thought she heard the giant give a far-off roar of pain, and she nearly fell from her seat with terror. The heart instantly began to shrink. It shrunk and shrivelled till it was nearly gone; and Buffy-Bob caught it up and put it into his bag. Then the two spiders turned and went down again as fast as they could. Before they got to the bottom, they heard the shrieks of the she-eagle over the loss of her egg; but the spiders told them not to be alarmed, for her eyes were too big to see them.--By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, all the spiders had got home, and were busy again catching flies, as if nothing had happened. After renewed thanks to their friends, the children set off, carrying the giant's heart with them. "If you should find it at all troublesome, just give it a little more spider-juice directly," said the grandfather, as they took their leave. Now, the giant had given an awful roar of pain the moment they anointed his heart, and had fallen down in a fit, in which he lay so long that all the boys might have escaped if they had not been so fat. One did, and got home in safety. For days the giant was unable to speak. The first words he uttered were,-- "Oh, my heart! my heart!" "Your heart is safe enough, dear Thunderstump," said his wife. "Really, a man of your size ought not to be so nervous and apprehensive. I am ashamed of you." "You have no heart, Doodlem," answered he. "I assure you that at this moment mine is in the greatest danger. It has fallen into the hands of foes, though who they are I cannot tell." Here he fainted again; for Tricksey-Wee, finding the heart begin to swell a little, had given it the least touch of spider-juice. Again he recovered, and said,-- "Dear Doodlem, my heart is coming back to me. It is coming nearer and nearer." After lying silent for hours, he exclaimed,-- "It is in the house, I know!" And he jumped up and walked about, looking in every corner. As he rose, Tricksey-Wee and Buffy-Bob came out of the hole in the tree-root, and through the cat-hole in the door, and walked boldly towards the giant. Both kept their eyes busy watching him. Led by the love of his own heart, the giant soon spied them, and staggered furiously towards them. "I will eat you, you vermin!" he cried. "Here with my heart!" Tricksey gave the heart a sharp pinch. Down fell the giant on his knees, blubbering, and crying, and begging for his heart. "You shall have it, if you behave yourself properly," said Tricksey. "How shall I behave myself properly?" asked he, whimpering. "Take all those boys and girls, and carry them home at once." "I'm not able; I'm too ill. I should fall down." "Take them up directly." "I can't, till you give me my heart." "Very well!" said Tricksey; and she gave the heart another pinch.