“Great!” I says, sarcastic-like.
“Make him chase you,” he repeated, “and be sure to turn this way. Remember, turn this way. Be sure he’s so mad he’ll chase you.”
“Well,” says I, “I don’t see any sense to it, but maybe you know what you’re up to with your chases and your lasso and one thing and another. Here goes!”
I started for the stairs, leaving Mark standing close to a telephone-pole with his lasso in his hand. When I turned in the doorway I saw Collins at the head of the stairs with his back turned. I stamped on the first step. Quick as a wink he turned around.
“Git out of there,” says he.
“Peanuts,” says I, aggravating-like, and took another step up.
“Binney,” says Collins, “don’t go making any monkey-shines. Go on away before I have to spank you.”
“Huh!” I says. “Spank! A-a-aw!”
He began to look cross, and I went up two more steps, ready, you can bet, to turn and run just the minnit he looked like he was after me.
“Don’t be sassy, Binney,” Collins says. “It isn’t becoming to small boys.”