“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.”
“But how can we do that?” said Buffy. “The bag is not much bigger than a pudding-bag.”
“But it is as large as you will be able to carry.”
“Yes; but what are we to do with the heart?”
“Put it in the bag, to be sure. Only, first, you must squeeze a drop out of the other bag upon it. You will see what will happen.”
“Very well; we will do as you tell us,” said Tricksey-Wee. “And now, if you please, how shall we go?”
“Oh, that’s our business,” said the first spider. “You come with me, and my grandfather will take your brother. Get up.”
So Tricksey-Wee mounted on the narrow part of the spider’s back, and held fast. And Buffy-Bob got on the grandfather’s back. And up they scrambled, over one web after another, up and up—so fast! And every spider followed; so that, when Tricksey-Wee looked back, she saw a whole army of spiders scrambling after them.