Soon they were all fighting. They fought among themselves until everyone was dead. Jason stood aside until the battle ended. Now two of the big dangers were past. Jason was getting closer to the Golden Fleece. He could see it, far away, shining in the sun. In his hurry to get closer, he forgot the dragon. But not for long.

So they went ashore. Straight to the king they went. He was surprised to see them. But he said, "Welcome, brave Jason. What brings you to our land?" "I have come for the Golden Fleece," Jason said. "I must have it to get my kingdom from my uncle." Now the king was proud of the Golden Fleece. He did not want to give it up. So he frowned at Jason.

Sparkling and shining, the gold skin was hung on a tree in a far away land. Everyone wanted it. Heroes tried to get it for their kings. Many lost their lives trying. Now it was Jason's turn. To get the Golden Fleece, Jason would have to make a long trip over dangerous seas. He would need a good strong ship. He went to Argus, the ship builder, an old friend of his father.

Every step was dangerous. He used his two spears to keep from falling. Once he caught his foot in some rocks. Pulling it loose, he lost his sandal. Before he could stop, the water carried it away. "There goes my sandal," he cried. "It was all I had from my father." "Do not worry, Jason," the old lady said, smiling.

Jason was not frightened. He would not give up. "No we won't," said Jason. "We are not afraid to fight." While the king was talking, a young girl came up beside him. When Jason left she followed him. "I am the king's daughter Medea," she said. "I can help you. If you do what I say, you can get the Golden Fleece." Jason needed all the help he could get.

Jason was not frightened. He would not give up. "No we won't," said Jason. "We are not afraid to fight." While the king was talking, a young girl came up beside him. When Jason left she followed him. "I am the king's daughter Medea," she said. "I can help you. If you do what I say, you can get the Golden Fleece." Jason needed all the help he could get.

Wild animals were frightened away. The people on earth were happy with the fire. They were very thankful to Prometheus. Prometheus was happy, too. But not for long. Jupiter soon saw the fires burning on the earth. He was very angry.

Wild animals were frightened away. The people on earth were happy with the fire. They were very thankful to Prometheus. Prometheus was happy, too. But not for long. Jupiter soon saw the fires burning on the earth. He was very angry.

"I will save the boy," he said. "I will send him far away. The centaurs are my friends. I will send Jason to the land of the centaurs." Now the centaurs were strange people. They had the bodies of horses, but from the waist up they were men. They could run

"I will save the boy," he said. "I will send him far away. The centaurs are my friends. I will send Jason to the land of the centaurs." Now the centaurs were strange people. They had the bodies of horses, but from the waist up they were men. They could run like the wind and were great fighters.

"You are ready, Jason," said Chiron. "I think the gods will show you the way. Do not be afraid." Jason started the next morning. He wore a lion's skin over his shoulder. In each hand he carried a spear. On his feet were a pair of low shoes called sandals. Jason was proud of those sandals. His father had given them to him.

Argus built the world's best ships. He was glad to see Jason again. "Argus," said Jason, "I need your help. I am going on a long trip. I am going to bring home the Golden Fleece. I need a big strong ship. Will you build it for me?"

The great bulls tossed their heads, but Jason hung on. He felt new strength in his arms. "It must be Juno again," he thought. Slowly he twisted the bulls' heads. At last he held them helpless. They became quiet and gentle. Jason let them loose. He tied them to the plow which stood in the field. Taking the dragon's teeth from Medea, he began to plant them.

AND IF IT WAS, COULD SKANK GET THROUGH TO CAHUNA IN SLACK ABOUT IT? AND IF HE COULDN'T, WHO COULD?

Every step was dangerous. He used his two spears to keep from falling. Once he caught his foot in some rocks. Pulling it loose, he lost his sandal. Before he could stop, the water carried it away. "There goes my sandal," he cried. "It was all I had from my father." "Do not worry, Jason," the old lady said, smiling.

This was the sign for the race to begin. Atalanta was soon far ahead. The people shouted to the young man, "Faster! Run faster! You can do it!" The boy was doing his best. But Atalanta was far in front. At that moment he threw one of the golden apples. He threw it so that it rolled to the feet of Atalanta.