"I don't see any fun in hunting him and nearly getting kicked over the wall." "Well, don't be in a hurry," said Dick; "I know how to manage him.
Here, catch hold of this harness.

I know." "You know!" grumbled Tom, whose side was sore from the donkey's kick upon the collar.

"What are you going to do ?" "You shall see," cried Dick, busying himself with the wagon rope he had brought, and making a loop at one end, and then putting the other through it, so as to produce an easily running noose.
"What are you going to do with that ?" asked Tom.
"Hold your noise," whispered Dick; "he's such an artful old wretch I don't know that he wouldn't understand us.

I'm going to make you drive him round by me, and then I'm going to throw this over his head and catch him." "I don't believe you can," cried Tom.
"Well, you'll see.

There, that'll do.