Peter threw a great stone, and then Judas a still bigger one.

Peter, frowning and concentrated, angrily wielded a fragment of rock, and struggling as he lifted it, hurled it down; then Judas, without ceasing to smile, searched for a still larger fragment, and digging his long fingers into it, grasped it, and swinging himself together with it, and paling, sent it into the gulf.

When he had thrown his stone, Peter would recoil and so watch its fall; but Judas always bent himself forward, stretched out his long vibrant arms, as though he were going to fly after the stone.
Eventually both of them, first Peter, then Judas, seized hold of an old grey stone, but neither one nor the other could move it.

All red with his exertion, Peter resolutely approached Jesus, and said aloud-- "Lord! I do not wish to be beaten by Judas.

Help me to throw this stone." Jesus made answer in a low voice, and Peter, shrugging his broad shoulders in dissatisfaction, but not daring to make any rejoinder, came back with the words-- "He says: 'But who will help Iscariot ?'" Then glancing at Judas, who, panting with clenched teeth, was still embracing the stubborn stone, he laughed cheerfully-- "Look what an invalid he is! See what our poor sick Judas is doing!" And even Judas laughed at being so unexpectedly exposed in his deception, and all the others laughed too, and even Thomas allowed his pointed, grey, overhanging moustache to relax into a smile.
And so in friendly chat and laughter, they all set out again on the way, and Peter, quite reconciled to his victor, kept from time to time digging him in the ribs, and loudly guffawed-- "There's an invalid for you!" All of them praised Judas, and acknowledged him victor, and all chatted with him in a friendly manner; but Jesus once again had no word of praise for Judas.