Seth did not appear to attach much importance to this, and inquired, ‘Did he do anything else?’
‘He killed three hundred men with the jawbone of an ass.’
‘He killed——’ Seth began, and then paused in sheer astonishment. Then he looked sharply round: ‘You’re making fun of me, lad.’
‘No, indeed, Seth,’ Charley said; ‘it is quite true.’
‘What! that a man killed three hundred men with the jawbone of an ass? It couldn’t have been; it was sheer impossible,—unless they were all asleep, and even then it would be an awful job.’
‘I don’t know how it was, Seth, but the Bible tells us, and so it must be true. I think it was a sort of miracle.’
‘Oh it was a miracle!’ Seth said thoughtfully, and then remained silent, evidently pondering in his own mind as to what a miracle was, but not liking to ask.
‘It was a very long time ago, Seth, and they were no doubt a different people then.’
‘Was it a very, very long time back?’ Seth asked.
‘Yes, Seth; a very, very, very long time.’