I should
like to have seen him and Rube in the grips. I expect Rube would
have astonished him, Rube came from Missouri--most of them very big
chaps do. I shouldn't wonder if Samson did, though I never heard
for certain."
The young Hardys had great difficulty to prevent themselves from
laughing aloud at Seth's idea on the subject of Samson. Charley,
however, with a great effort, steadied himself to say, "Samson died
a great many years ago, Seth. His history is in the Bible."
"Is it, though?" Seth said, much interested. "Well now, what did he
do?"
"He carried away the gates of Gaza on his back, Seth."
Seth remained thoughtful for some time. "It all depends on how big
the gates were," he said at last. "That gate down there is a pretty
heavyish one, but Rube Pearson could have carried away two sich as
that, and me sitting on the top of them. What else did he do?"
"He was bound in new cords, and he broke them asunder, Seth."
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.
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