"What's the matter with you?" demanded the man.
"Your nag must have hurt itself."
"What makes you think so?"
"He has blood on his flanks."
"That's so, kiddie. I reckon I must have pricked him with my bush-knife. I'll have to tend to that at the first opportunity," explained the fellow lamely.
"Pricked him with a bush-knife, eh?"
"Yes."
"Ha, ha, ha; haw, haw, haw!" laughed the fat boy mockingly.