"Try." "What's the good of saying that ?" said Bob laughing.

"He couldn't get in." "Oh, couldn't I ?" cried Bigley.

"You'll see.

Mind that eel don't slip out.

Now you'll see." He rolled up his sleeves nearly to the shoulder, and picking out the widest spot began to crawl in, dragging himself slowly through, and at last drawing his legs in after him, and standing in a bent position right under the rock.
"There!" he cried triumphantly.