"Go it, Brer Tarrypin!" he shouted.
Maybe Bud leaned a little too much to one side.

Maybe the pan missed the guiding legs that had held it steady before.

At any rate something was amiss, for half-way down the plank it spun dizzily around to one side, and spilled the luckless Bud out on the chicken-coop.

Usually he made very little fuss when he was hurt, but this time he set up such a roar that John Jay was frightened.

When he saw blood trickling out of the child's mouth, he began to cry himself.