For on a cape to the westward stood a giant, taller than any mountain pine, who glittered aloft against the sky like a tower of burnished brass.

He turned and looked on all sides round him, till he saw the _Argo_ and her crew; and when he saw them he came toward them, more swiftly than the swiftest horse, leaping across the glens at a bound, and striding at one step from down to down.

And when he came abreast of them he brandished his arms up and down, as a ship hoists and lowers her yards, and shouted with his brazen throat like a trumpet from off the hills, 'You are pirates, you are robbers! If you dare land here, you die.' Then the heroes cried, 'We are no pirates.

We are all good men and true, and all we ask is food and water;' but the giant cried the more-- 'You are robbers, you are pirates all; I know you; and if you land, you shall die the death.' Then he waved his arms again as a signal, and they saw the people flying inland, driving their flocks before them, while a great flame arose among the hills.

Then the giant ran up a valley and vanished, and the heroes lay on their oars in fear.
But Medeia stood watching all from under her steep black brows, with a cunning smile upon her lips, and a cunning plot within her heart.