I--" "But--" Higham went on, more briskly: "I've got this bag to put over his head when I open the stall door.
That'll put him out of the biting business, till it's peeled away from his jaws, after he's got a real good rubbing.

But he'll likely wriggle, a lot.

And I'll need you to sit on his head.

Likewise to carry this bowl and the sponge, while I'm opening the door and getting the bag over his head.

Are you game ?" "I sure am!" breathed the enraptured boy.
"Come 'long, then.