"No, no; let me try," I cried eagerly.
"Don"t I tell you it"s of no use," he said angrily. "Here, I"ll go again and show you. Hold on tight, Big."
"Yes, I"m holding," came from deep down in Bigley"s chest, and Bob made another attempt, scrambling up over my back and on to my shoulders, and ending in his struggles by giving me so severe a kick on the head that I leaped away, leaving him hanging by his hands, so that when he relaxed his hold he came down in a sitting position, with so hard a b.u.mp upon the stones that he seemed to bounce up again in a fit of fury to begin stamping about with rage and pain.
"Oh--oh--oh!" he gasped. "You did that on purpose."
"Oh, I say, you do make me laugh," spluttered out Bigley, who held on tightly to the rope to keep it strained.
"Yes, I"ll make you laugh," cried Bob, flying at him and punching away, while Bigley held on by the rope, and the more Bob punched the more he laughed.
"Oh, I say, don"t," he panted. "You hurt."
"I mean to hurt," cried Bob. "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 hoa.r.s.e 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. "What did you go and do that for?"
"I helped him," said Bigley. "Hoo--rayah!"
"Yes, and I"ll pay you for it," he snarled; but Bigley was too much excited to notice what he said; and, taking hold of the rope again, he planted himself against the rock to turn his great body into a ladder.
"Go on up, Bob, and then you two chaps can pull me up to you."
The temptation was too great for Bob, who began to climb directly, and had nearly reached where I stood, when I bent down and held out my hand.
"Catch hold, Bob!" I cried, "and I"ll help you."
"I can get up by myself, thank you," he cried very haughtily, and he loosed his hold with one hand to strike mine aside.
It was a foolish act, for if I had not s.n.a.t.c.hed at him he would have gone backwards, but this time he clung to me tightly, and the next minute was by my side.
"Oh, it"s easy enough," he said, forgetting directly the ugly fall he had escaped.
"Here, now, you two lay hold of the rope and pull me up!" shouted Bigley. "I want to come too."
We took hold of the rope and tightened it, and there was a severe course of tugging for a few minutes before we slackened our efforts, and sat down and laughed, for we might as well have tried to drag up any of the ton-weight stones as Bigley.
"Oh, I say," he cried; "you don"t half pull. I want to come up."
"Then you must climb as we pull," I said, and in obedience to my advice he fastened the rope round his waist, and tried to climb as we hauled, with the result that after a few minutes" scuffling and rasping on the rock poor Bigley was sitting down rubbing himself softly, and looking up at us with a very doleful expression of countenance.
"You can"t get up, Big; you"re too heavy," cried Bob, who was now in the best of tempers. "Here, let"s look round, Sep."
That did not take long, for there were only a few square feet of surface to traverse. We were up at the top, and could see a long way round; but then so we could fifteen or twenty feet below, and at the end of five minutes we both were of the same way of thinking--that the princ.i.p.al satisfaction in getting up to the summit of a rock or mountain was in being able to say that you had mastered a difficulty.
Bob thoroughly expressed my feelings when, after amusing himself for a few minutes by throwing dry cushions of moss down at Bigley, he exclaimed:
"Well, what"s the good of stopping here? Come on down again!"
"I"m ready," I said, "only I wish old Big had come up too."
"I don"t," said Bob; "what"s the good of wishing. I"m not going to make my hands sore with tugging. He had no business to grow so fat."
"I should like to come up," cried Bigley dolefully.
"Ah, well, you can"t!" shouted back Bob. "Serves you right pretending to be a man when you"re only a boy."
"I can"t help it," replied Bigley with a sigh.
"Let"s have one more try to have him up," I cried.
"Sha"n"t. What"s the good? I don"t see any fun in trying to do what you can"t."
"Never mind: old Big will like it," I said. "Come on."
Bob reluctantly took hold of the rope, and after giving a bit of advice to our companion, he made another desperate struggle while we pulled, but the only result was that we all grew exceedingly hot and sticky, and as Bigley stood below, red-faced and panting with his efforts, Bob put an end to the project by sliding down the rope to his side, so there was nothing left for me to do but to follow.
This I did, but not till I had had a good long look round from my high perch at the deeply-cut ravine with its rugged piled-up ma.s.ses of cliff, and tiny river, to which it seemed to me I was now the heir.