"He won't kick or anything, and it isn't goin' to take you half a second to slip around behind him to the other stall." "What makes you think he won't kick ?" "Well, I KNOW he won't, and, besides, you could hit him with the shovel if he tried to.

Anyhow, I'll be right here, won't I ?" "I don't care where you are," Sam said earnestly.

"What difference would that make if he ki--" "Why, you were goin' right in the stall," Penrod reminded him.

"When he first came in, you were goin' to take the rake and--" "I don't care if I was," Sam declared.

"I was excited then." "Well, you can get excited now, can't you ?" his friend urged.