"Well, _they_ didn't know they couldn't, did they ?" he argued.

"They thought they were goin' to win, didn't they ?" "Yes, I guess they did.

Up till toward the last, I suppose they probably did.

But you see they were wrong." "Well, but--" Ramsey struggled.

"Listen! Listen here, Grandpa! Well, anyway, if they never got scared _we'd_ win, and nobody got scared _they'd_ win--well, I don't see--" "You don't see what ?" But Ramsey found himself unable to continue his concentration; he slumped down upon the small of his back, and his brow relaxed to its more comfortable placidity, while his eyes wandered with a new butterfly fluttering over the irises that bordered the iron picket fence at the south side of the yard.