Joe kept on driving the nails into the edges of the hide.
“Jo-o-o-o!”
“Well.”
“Have you been to the bear-trap?”
“Been where?”
“Why, to the trap, to see if it was sprung.”
“How could I go, when I had this hide to take care of?”
“Will you say you haven’t?”
“Guess not.”
“Is there anything in it?” cried Charlie, stirred up by the evasive answers he received.