"There never was a better--and it is only ten miles from here as the griffin flies." The king's face flushed with joy at the prospect, but suddenly a look of perplexity came into his eyes.
"By the way," he said, "how shall we bring him down--with a slungshot or a catapult ?" [Illustration: Gr't.

Gr't.

Gr't.

Grandfather Adam as a disciplinarian.] I laughed.
"No ordinary ammunition will serve Your Majesty's purpose here," I said.

"The only thing for you to do is to steal quietly up to him while he sleeps.