“Oh, I guess not. I can prove what I say by standing up for one minute without lifting a hand and letting you strike at my head. You cannot hit me once.”
“What will you bet?”
“I don’t believe I will bet anything in the way of money.”
“You don’t dare!”
“That’s the stuff, Jack!” cried several. “Drive him into his hole!”
“But I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” said Frank.
“Go on.”
“I’ll bet a pig-pack ride down-stairs and back.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you hit me inside of a minute, I’ll carry you down-stairs on my back. If you do not hit me, you are to carry me down and back. What do you say to that?”