CHAPTER 22.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE GIANT After receiving a thousand messages for Collins, both affectionate and jocular--one from Mr.Pescod being on no account to forget to tell her to try anti-fat--they said good-bye to these kind folk and marched into Faringdon the next morning, very sorry it was the last, but determined to make a brave show.

Through watery Lechdale they went, over the Isis (as the Thames is called here), and past Buscot.
It was just after leaving Buscot that Gregory, who had been ahead alone, suddenly rushed back in a wild state of excitement.
"What do you think I've seen ?" he panted.

"A giant! A real live giant!" "Don't be an ass!" said Jack "But I have," he protested--"I have.

He's there in that wood, kneeling by the stream, washing his face.

I watched him walk to it.