And somebody--" "The cornfield! Jingo! Boy, you don't mean you touched THAT crow ?" "Well, he wouldn't let me TOUCH him," half-apologized David.

"He was so afraid, you see.

Why, I had to put my blouse over his head before he'd let me cut him loose at all." "Cut him loose!" Perry Larson sprang to his feet.

"You did n't--you DIDn't let that crow go!" David shrank back.
"Why, yes; he WANTED to go.

He--" But the man before him had fallen back despairingly to his old position.
"Well, sir, you've done it now.