I don't want to fight." "More do I, Bob," I replied; "but it didn't really move.

Did it, Big ?" "If you say it didn't, Big, I'll give you a crack right in the eye," cried Bob fiercely, as he doubled his fist.
Bigley's mouth was opened to speak, but Bob was so energetic and fierce that it remained like a round O, and the great fellow looked so comical that I burst out into a fit of laughter which set Bob laughing too, and this made Big stare at us both in a puzzled way; but by degrees he caught the mood of the moment and laughed too, and the cloud that overhung our expedition drifted away.
"Well," said Bob at last in a disappointed tone, "I s'pose we may as well go down on the beach crabbing, for we can't move that stone." "I know how we could move it," cried Bigley suddenly.
"Tchah! How ?" I said.
"Same as my father moved the great rock out there in the cove.

There was a big lump there that was always dangerous for the lugger when she was coming in." "Well, what then ?" said Bob contemptuously.
"Why," continued Big eagerly, "he waited till the spring tides and the water was terribly low, and then he put a lot of gunpowder in a hole under it and laid a train, and smeared a piece of rag with powder, and nicked the flint and steel till the rag caught fire, and then he ran away." "Well ?" I said.
"Well, then the rag sparked and spit fire till the train began to run, and then the train set light to the powder, and there was a big _bom boom_." "A big what ?" we both cried.
"A big _bom boom_," said Bigley.
"Why, you didn't say anything about a big _bom boom_ being there before," cried Bob.

"I don't believe there is such a thing." "Now, how you do go on!" cried Bigley.

"You know what I mean--a big bang when the powder went off." "Then why don't you call things by their right name ?" said Bob.