"Will you help me?
"It's same as skinnin a Calf. I'll show you where to get the sewing sinew after the hide's off."
So the whole camp went to Burns's field. Guy hung back and hid when he saw his father there drawing the dead Horse away with the plough team.
"Good-day, Jim," was Caleb's greeting, for they were good friends. "Struck hard luck with the Horse?"
"No! Not much. Didn't cost nothing; got him for boot in a swap. Glad he's dead, for he was foundered."
"We want his skin, if you don't."
"You're welcome to the hull thing."
"Well, just draw it over by the line fence we'll bury what's left when we're through."
"All right. You hain't seen that durn boy o' mine, have you?"
"Why, yes; I seen him not long ago," said Sam. "He was p'inting right for home then."