hand, an' take turns trying to knock the little one off the big one."

"Suits me," said Billiken, "here, _you_, stand on my head." And
he picked up one of the little stone images and set him upon his own
head, that was shaped so like an egg.

"Now shoot," he commanded Marmaduke, "let's see how it goes."

And Marmaduke did as he was bid, and he knocked off the little stone
image from the old Billiken's head.

They kept up the game for quite a while, but at last Marmaduke made a
wild shot. The rock which he threw went high up in the air and knocked
a pink gable off the Peppermint Pagoda.

At this, all the million Chinamen, who had been watching the game
respectfully from a distance, set up a howl. They thought it was a sin
to smash their pagoda, and that Marmaduke ought to be punished.

So, one and all, they made a rush for him, but again he remembered the
Coal Giant's advice. He tapped the ground three times with his right
foot, three times with his left, and three times, standing on his
head.

Then, after he had run to safety, there came as pretty an earthquake
as ever you saw. It didn't kill all the million little Chinamen, but
it threw them down on the ground, knocking the wind out of their
million tummies completely. And, of course, after that they were very
good, being afraid of Marmaduke, as well they might be.