They were hidden behind a tree.
"Can't you wait a little?"
"No, I can't wait a little." He was growling in earnest. "Will you pass me those shoes?"
"No, we won't," announced Kit. He was getting angry, too.
"You pass me those shoes or something is liable to happen to you mighty sudden. I'll break you in two."
"I'll get the rifle," said Jed, and started; but I called him back. We didn't need a rifle.
"He can't do anything in bare feet like that," I said. And he couldn't. His feet were too soft and burned. That is why we kept the shoes, of course.
"I can't, eh?"
"No. We aren't afraid."
He started to stand, and then he sat back again.