Oliver flushed, and shook his head.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t try.”
“Whar war ye, then?”
Oliver flushed more and hung his head.
“Under a wagon.”
“Haw! Haw!” roared Sol, and chuckled through his beard. “What war the matter?”
Oliver wanted to cry.
“I guess I was afraid.”
“Haw! Haw!” roared Sol. “Guess mebbe you war.” Then he sobered. “You fetched yore cavvy in, though, I hear tell.”