before, and told them that they need never expect to get out of that place alive.
"You had better make way with yourselves, and so end your misery," he said. And with that, he placed sharp knives and a bottle of poison on the floor beside them.
But Christian answered him meekly: "We are sorry that we trespassed upon your grounds; and, indeed, we should not have done so but for the darkness. If you will kindly allow us to depart, we promise never to trouble you again."
This pleasant speech put the giant into a terrible rage. He rushed upon the helpless men and would have killed them with his club; but as he was going to strike he fell into a fit and lost the use of his hand. For in sunshiny weather he often had such fits.
When, by and by, he came to himself, he arose and left the dungeon quietly. And the pilgrims sat on the floor, and asked each other what they should do.
"Here we shall indeed perish," said Christian, "for there is no one to help us."
"Do you remember how brave you were in other places?" asked Hopeful. "Think how you fought with Apollyon. Think how you faced the terrors of
