"'Ittle gellamun! 'Ittle gellamun! 'Ittle gellamun!" The desperate Penrod bent over the whitewashed rock, lifted it, and then--outdoing Porthos, John Ridd, and Ursus in one miraculous burst of strength--heaved it into the air.
Marjorie screamed.
But it was too late.

The big stone descended into the precise midst of the caldron and Penrod got his mighty splash.

It was far, far beyond his expectations.
Spontaneously there were grand and awful effects--volcanic spectacles of nightmare and eruption.

A black sheet of eccentric shape rose out of the caldron and descended upon the three children, who had no time to evade it.
After it fell, Mitchy-Mitch, who stood nearest the caldron, was the thickest, though there was enough for all.

Br'er Rabbit would have fled from any of them..