Bring me the bit." Solomon opened his mouth to utter a bray; but Dick put the stick between his teeth, and he only uttered a loud sigh.
"Ah! now you're sorry for being such a brute, are you ?" cried Dick.
"Come along, Tom." "I'm coming, only the things have got all mixed," was the reply.
"Give 'em to me," cried Dick.

"That's it.

Now, then, you sit on his neck, Tom, and then I'll get up.

And look here, you, sir," he added to the donkey, "you come any more of your games, and I'll knock your head off!" Solomon's flanks heaved, but he lay quite still, and did not resent Tom's rather rough treatment as he bestrode his neck and sat down.

On the contrary, he half-raised his head at his master's command, suffered the bit to be thrust between his teeth and the head-stall to be buckled on, after which Tom leaped up.
"Take the rope from about his legs now, Tom," cried Dick.
"Suppose he kicks!" "He won't kick now," cried Dick.