Will raised the stone as high as he could, and hurled it with all his might high in the air so that it should fall with a heavy splash into the pool below.
“Ha!” cried the artist. “Feel better now?”
“Yes,” said Will, brushing himself down. “But I say, Mr Manners, you are a jolly weight.”
“Yes, I suppose I am. I say, I’m going to have a try after the trout to-night. Where had I better go?”
“Likely I’m going to tell you after serving me like this!”
“Of course it is. I was going to ask you to come.”
“Will you ask me, if I do?”
“Likely I’m going to ask you after serving my gamp like that!”
“Oh, I’ll soon get that down,” replied Will, cheerily. “Here! you go, Josh. I put it up. I’m tired now; I had all his weight on me.”
“Well, but I had all his weight and yours too, and I’m sore all over.”