“The c-a—rt bumped me—o—ut,” sobbed Keith.
“Where was you sittin’?”
“N—o—t far from de others.”
“Show me the spot,” said Joe, sternly. “You must ha’ been up to some of your tricks. Where was you sittin’?”
“I was near the back of the ole cart,” said Keith, sulkily.
“Was you hangin’ out of it?”
No reply.
“Come on, out with it! Was you hangin’ out of the cart?”
“Yes,” said Keith, defiantly.
“Well, serves you right for fallin’. You might ha’ broken your leg, fallin’ like that. You’ll never drive with me again as long’s my name’s Joe.”