“Can you?” said Rifle; and catching his cousin by the shoulder, he gave him a sharp pull, and made him leap to the ground.
“What did you do that for?” said Tim resentfully.
“To make you walk. Think the horse hasn’t got enough to drag without you? Let’s go and talk to Sourkrout.”
“If old Sam hears you call him that, he’ll complain to father,” said Norman quietly.
“Not he. Wouldn’t be such an old sneak. Come on.”
The three boys went forward to where Sam German sat up high in front of the cart looking straight before him, and though he seemed to know that the lads were there by him, he did not turn his eyes to right or left.
“What can you see, Sam?” cried Rifle eagerly.
“Nought,” was the gruff reply.
“Well, what are you looking at?”
“Yon tree right away there.”