"Look here, Chunky, don't you try to play tricks on that poor guide tonight," warned Butler.
"Poor fellah!" mocked Stacy, "What am I going to do if I dream of blind horses and black cats?"
"Get up and stick your head in the spring. That will wake you up."
"I guess I'd be awake before I got to the spring. That isn't a joke, Tad. That's just an imitation of a joke."
"Don't you dare stick your head in the spring," admonished Ned. "I have to drink that water."
"So do the horses," retorted Stacy. "You haven't heard them find any fault, have you?"
"That's a fact, I haven't," admitted Rector sarcastically.
"Perhaps that is because the horses hadn't thought of it in that light," suggested Walter.
"Great head, great head," cried Stacy. "But confidentially, Tad."
"Yes?"