"You and Sep Duncan got that up between you, and he did it to make you laugh." "I didn't say you kicked me on the ear on purpose," I grumbled.

"Oh, I say, Bob, your boot-toe is hard." "Wish it had been ten times harder," he snarled.
"Oh, never mind," said Bigley, "I'm getting tired of holding the rope.
Why don't you climb up?
Make haste!" "I'm going home," grumbled Bob.

"If I had known you were two such fellows I wouldn't have come." "Here, you get up, Sep," cried Bigley.

"I'll stand close up to the rock, and you can climb up me, and then lay hold of the rope." "No, no," I whispered; "it would only make Bob savage." "Never mind; he'll come round again.

He won't go--he's only pretending." I glanced at our school-fellow, who was slowly shuffling away some twenty or thirty yards down the slope, and limping as he went as if one leg was very painful.
"Here, Bob!" I cried, "come and have another try." He did not turn his head, and I shouted to him again.
"Here, Bob, mate, come and have another try." He paid no heed; but while I was speaking Bigley placed himself close to the great rock, reaching up as high as he could, and holding on by the rope with outstretched arms.
"Now, then, are you ready ?" he cried.
The opportunity was too tempting to be resisted, and making a run and a jump, I sprang upon his broad back, climbed up to his shoulders, got hold of the rope, and steadied myself as I drew myself into a standing position, and then reaching up the rope as high as I could, I managed to get my toes on first one projection, then upon another, and in a few seconds was right at the top.
Bigley burst into a hoarse cheer, and began to jump about and wave his cap, with the effect of making Bob stop short and turn, and then come hurrying back more angry than ever.
"There: you are a pair of sneaks," he cried.