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THE GIANT APPEARS. : 47 Had Flora ceased to live? They asked themselves the ques- tion, but the smoking ruins gave them no reply. All at once, the ruins above the cellar began to heave and tremble. The brothers leaped toward the spot. Charred: rafters flew aside, fallen bricks were displaced, and: a round black head and ponderous shoulders were thrust up through the rubbish. It was the giant negro, Big Sam. “ Help here!” he cried. They set to work, and aided him to come out of the hole. His hands were tightly bound ; his face scarred with knife-cuts. He had not been a coward, | They sat down, and at the request of the brothers, he told tory of the assaults CHAPTER V BIG SAM’S STORY. “Tarr like I kin tell it jist as ye w’u’d hab it, boys. I nebber c’u’d tell it so. It am just de wust an’ wickedest piece ob business de worl’ ebber knew. You went away, an’ de master had we work on de ole place, an’ put planks ’fote de winders, an’ strengthen de doors. We work hard, for some ob de boys had sense ’nuff to know all dis wan’t fur nottin’. Dey ’fraid of de Injins, dey was, an’ poor fellers, dey had cause. “Miss Flora, she were round sil ob de time, an’ she look so pooty, an’ we all lub her so, dat work seem: easy, ’cause it was done fer her. ’Pears like dat chile is an angel. . "Pears like I can’t b’ar it. - “We got all fixed after a while, an’ we was all satisfied dat de Injins might come on; dat dey couldn’t hurt we at all. ’Pears like we poor humans don’t know notting about dese tings, fer all our work jist went fer notting, as you see. ~~ “Bout a week ago, one ob de boys who was out in de woods came runnin’ in, an’ sed dat de Injins was a-comin’. So we all put into de big house, an’ drawed de bolts, loaded “\ €omicbooks:com),