I therefore gather that there IS another way across." The boy smiled; rather, his very short upper lip apparently vanished completely over his white teeth, and his very black eyes, which showed a great deal of the white around them, danced in their orbits.
"But YOU couldn't find it," he said, slyly.
"No more could you find the half-dollar I dropped just now, unless I helped you." Mr.Hamlin, by way of illustration, leaned deeply over his left stirrup, and pointed to the ground.

At the same moment a bright half-dollar absolutely appeared to glitter in the herbage at the point of his finger.

It was a trick that had always brought great pleasure and profit to his young friends, and some loss and discomfiture of wager to his older ones.
The boy picked up the coin: "There's a dip and a level crossing about a mile over yer,"-- he pointed,--"but it's through the woods, and they're that high with thick bresh." "With what ?" "Bresh," repeated the boy; "THAT,"-- pointing to a few fronds of bracken growing in the shadow of the sycamore.
"Oh! underbrush ?" "Yes; I said 'bresh,'" returned the boy, doggedly.

"YOU might get through, ef you war spry, but not your hoss.

Where do you want to go, anyway ?" "Do you know, George," said Mr.Hamlin, lazily throwing his right leg over the horn of his saddle for greater ease and deliberation in replying, "it's very odd, but that's just what I'D like to know.