“I dassent,” says Rock. “Jethro’s watchin’ me all the time, and he ordered me not to go outside the hedge nor to speak to any one.”
“I b’lieve in orders bein’ obeyed when somebody gives ’em that’s got the right to,” says Mark, “but this Jethro hain’t no more right to be b-bossin’ you than I have, which hain’t any at all.”
“I know that,” says Rock, “but if he catches me there won’t be any fun in it.”
“We’ll fix it so’s he won’t catch you,” says Mark. “Wait a minute till I think.”
He studied over it a minute, and then says to Rock: “Hain’t there an arbor back there a c-couple of hunderd feet?”
“Yes,” says Rock.
“Does it back right against the hedge?” says Mark.
Rock looked careful and said it did.
“Good,” says Mark. “You sort of l-loaf back there slow and like you didn’t have anythin’ in mind. We’ll crawl up along the hedge and b-burrow through. ’Tain’t likely we’ll be seen in there.”
“All right,” says Rock, and off he went. Mark watched to see how he did it, and nodded like he was satisfied. “Look,” says he to me. “That kid’s got b-brains.”