"Say, this is a feast all right, after what we've been living on!" cried Tom.
Once more Oom laughed joyfully, pointing to the food and to our friends in turn.
"Oh, we'll eat all right!" exclaimed Tom. "Don't worry about that!"
The good-natured giant showed them where they could find rude wooden dishes and table implements, and then he left them alone. It was rather awkward at first, for though the bench or table looked low in comparison to the size of the room, yet it was very high, to allow for the long legs of the giants getting under it.
"If we stay here long enough we can saw off the table legs," said the young inventor. "Now for our first meal in giant land."
They were just helping themselves when there arose a great shouting outside.
"I wonder what's up now?" asked Tom, pausing with upraised fork.
"Maybe the king is coming to see us," suggested Ned.
"I'll look," volunteeered Mr. Damon, as he went to the door. Then he called quickly:
"Tom! Ned! Look! It's that minister we met on the ship—Reverend Josiah Blinderpool! How in the world did he ever get here? And how strangely he's dressed!"
