I soon found it by the strong smell, but the queerest thing happened when I got it in my mouth.

I began to gnaw it and play with it, and when Ned called out, "fetch it," I dropped it and ran toward him.

I was not obstinate, but I was stupid.
Ned pointed to the place where it was, and spread out his empty hands.
That helped me, and I ran quickly and got it.

He made me get it for him several times.

Sometimes I could not find it, and sometimes I dropped it; but he never stirred.