You see, the 'brute' is not such a brute, after all.

That done, I crept back into my cellar, carrying my stool with me.

In a little time, I heard the voice of the old man; it was well I had made haste." "Yes, when I whistled to you, he had just entered the supper-room.

I thought he would have been longer." "That man's not built to remain long at supper," said the giant, contemptuously.

"Some moments after the panes had been broken, the old man opened the window, and called his dog, saying: 'Jump out!'-- I went and hid myself at the further end of the cellar, or that infernal dog would have scented me through the door." "The dog is now shut up in the stable with the old man's horse." "Go on!" "When I heard them close shutter and window, I came out of my cellar, replaced my stool, and again mounted upon it.