He hopped along on one leg, trying to kick it off; still it clung to him.

He fell down.

The horses and the tree got mixed up, and everything was confusion.
Dave abused Joe remorselessly.

"Go on!" he howled, waving in the air a fistful of grass and weeds which he had pulled from the nose of the plough; "clear out of this altogether!--you're only a damn nuisance." Joe's eyes rested on the fistful of grass.

They lit up suddenly.
"L-l-look out, Dave," he stuttered; "y'-y' got a s-s-snake." Dave dropped the grass promptly.