At sunset the sky cleared a little--at least the sinking sun showed red through the mist as it does in a London fog of the third density.

Against this red ball of the sun, and some dozen yards away, suddenly there appeared the gigantic figure of a man, for, unless the fog deceived them, he must have been between six and seven feet high and broad in proportion.

Of his face they could see nothing, but he was clad in goat-skins, and armed with a great spear and a bow slung upon his back.
Juanna was the first to see and point him out to Leonard with a start of fear, as he stood watching them in solemn silence.

Obeying the impulse of the moment, Leonard stepped forward towards the vision holding his rifle ready, but before he reached the spot where it had stood the figure vanished.
Then he walked back again to Juanna.

"I think we have heard so much of giants that we begin to believe we see them," he said laughing.
As he spoke something clove the air between them and stuck in the earth beyond.