As he came near, he held out his hand.

I would have taken it in friendly fashion, but he drew it back, threatened a blow, and held it out again.

Then I understood him to claim the apple I had flung away, whereupon I made a grimace of dislike and a gesture of rejection.
He answered with a howl of rage that seemed to say, "Do you dare tell me my apple was not fit to eat ?" "One bad apple may grow on the best tree," I said.
Whether he perceived my meaning I cannot tell, but he made a stride nearer, and I stood on my guard.

He delayed his assault, however, until a second giant, much like him, who had been stealing up behind me, was close enough, when he rushed upon me.

I met him with a good blow in the face, but the other struck me on the back of the head, and between them I was soon overpowered.
They dragged me into the wood above the valley, where their tribe lived--in wretched huts, built of fallen branches and a few stones.