“I have an iron house outside there. Lock me into it.”
He locked the man in. He went to his master. He took his master up to the house of the giant. He got ready their supper. They went to rest. This was the giant's cry in the morning. “Let them open.” The red man went to him. He asked him what was the matter.
“I am ready to perish with hunger. Let me out of this quickly.”
“I will not let you out,” said the red man, “till you tell me where the dark cloak is.”
“That is what I will never tell any one.”
“Well, if you like better not to tell, you will be there till you die.”
“Sooner than be here any longer, it is hanging in such a room.”
“I know where it is,” said the red man. “Be here as long as you like.”
When the giant heard that he would not get out, he took a jump out between two bars of the iron house. Two halves were made of him. Half fell outside and half inside. The red man went to the giant's house. He got ready the breakfast. He and his master breakfasted. He took with them plenty of gold and silver, two horses and two saddles. They went till evening was there, and they went into another wood.
“I have an uncle,” said the red man, “living
