I think that was just Saunders trying to make a dandy good job of it.

He doesn't like you, anyway--witness the way you bawled him out that day you roped--ow-w!--roped the dog.

Baumberger may have wanted him to keep an eye on you--My Heavens, man! Do you think you're plucking a goose ?" "I wouldn't be surprised," he retorted, grinning a little.

"Honest! I'm trying to go easy, but this infernal bush has sure got a strangle hold on you--and your hair is so fluffy it's a deuce of a job.

You keep wriggling and getting it caught in new places.