Possessed by a sudden impulse, Bart stooped and took hold of the stone. But try as he might, he could not lift it from the ground.
With a strange smile on his face, the muscular giant of the grove watched Bart’s unavailing efforts.
“Ha, ha!” he laughed. “It is heavy, isn’t it?”
“Rather,” admitted Bart, as he straightened up. “It must weigh half a ton.”
“As much as that,” nodded the man.
“You knew I could not lift it.”
“I can.”
“You?”
“Yes.”