Sam poked the branch at him from the passageway, and Whitey, after one backward movement of alarm, seized it venomously.
"Here! You stop that!" Sam shouted.

"You stop that, you ole horse, you!" "What's the matter ?" called Penrod from the hydrant, where he was filling a bucket.

"What's he doin' now ?" "Doin'! He's eatin' the wood part, too! He's chewin' up sticks as big as baseball bats! He's crazy!" Penrod rushed to see this sight, and stood aghast.
"Take it away from him, Sam!" he commanded sharply.
"Go on, take it away from him yourself!" was the prompt retort of his comrade.
"You had no biz'nuss to give it to him," said Penrod.

"Anybody with any sense ought to know it'd make him sick.

What'd you want to go and give it to him for ?" "Well, you didn't say not to." "Well, what if I didn't?
I never said I did, did I?
You go on in that stall and take it away from him." "YES, I will!" Sam returned bitterly.