Fortyforefoot strode up close to Bludgeonhead, whose size he could not have guessed because Bludgeonhead had been sitting down all this time and was pretty well covered over by his cloak.
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"I'll take thee by thine ear and toss thee to the moon," he cried, reaching out his hand to make good his word.
"Nonsense, Anklehigh," returned Bludgeonhead, calmly. "Don't be foolish. No dwarf can fight with a giant of my size."
"But I am not the dwarf Anklehigh," shrieked Fortyforefoot. "I am Fortyforefoot."
"And I am Bludgeonhead," returned the other, rising and towering way above the owner of the valley.
"Mercy sakes!" cried Fortyforefoot, falling on his knees in abject terror. "He'd make six of me! Pardon, O, Bludgeonhead. I did not know you when I was so hasty as to offer to throw you to the moon. I thought you were—er—that you were—er——"
"More easily thrown," suggested Bludgeonhead.
"Yes—yes—that was it," stammered Fortyforefoot. "And now, to show that you have forgiven me, I want you to come to my castle and have dinner with me."