“You call my brother Steady Hand?”
“Ugh! Him eye heap strong. Old Joe look into it. Heap strong to make everybody do way him want.”
“I don’t care! He can’t do it with me! I won’t let him!”
“Think so now; think not so bimeby.”
“Never!” panted the boy. “Why, Joe, he wants to take me away!”
“Joe know.”
“He wants to put me into school.”
“Joe know.”
“He would make me just like any other boy.”
“Little Hurricane have to go.”